there is something so frustrating about people talking over each other incessantly. and when you respond to their questions, they carry on talking as if you never said a word.

or they consume so much wine their voices become so loud you genuinely (in sobriety) believe you may be sustaining permanent hearing damage from sharing the same space as them.

(if it isn't the volume of their voices, it's the volume of the television).

there's something grotesquely disappointing about realising that this thing - aging - is approaching - quickly - and that for the first time in your life, you are powerless to stop it. or pause it. or even disregard it.

all of this is happening at the same time as a heated discussion (via txt, of course) that you're completely invested in, about something that will never happen, no matter how much you want it to, and that's when the realisation kicks in:

this fucking sucks.