FLABBERGASTEDNESS

Okay, so I should be doing Jewish Ethics homework, but my only joy and reprieve from my life are Sophie's pretty little blogs. 

I HATE PEOPLE.

Kinda.

Not everyone, though, I suppose, but it's big enough to deserve an inconsiderately broad category... like a zip code. 

So there's this guy.

I've told you about him before. He's that one guy, the one who liked me? That one. D-bag.

I'll tell you specifically who later.

But he's this philosophy major, and so he likes to debate and argue with people. He has self-esteem issues about everything but his intelligence, and I'm glad for that because he's such an egotistical douche-bag in any given conversation. 

He's a smart guy, but he lives his whole life playing this caricature of a true idiot who loves to argue and piss people off for no good reason. It can start with anything, and he can invariably strike without warning. Anytime. Anyplace. Under any circumstances. 

His way of thinking is foreign to me, so maybe I'm a little bit biased, but he's got this whole weird affinity for deliberately being "edgy." He sometimes makes nice little logical arguments, explaining his reasoning in a nice, relatable manner...

Mostly not, though. He usually makes huge, sweeping, pompous generalizations, followed by a statement at how stupid everything is but him. Last time, he railed on atheists. 

"Atheists are so annoying. They always write all atheist shit and think they're so great because they don't believe in anything. They're so stupid."

WHOA. That was a horrible generalization of a group of people who have never done him any personal harm. I may not be the greatest judge of a person's intentions, but doesn't he just sound like a bigot?

Before that, he was railing on a movie I liked, "Amélie." I thought it was entertaining, and it appealed to my sense of style. Of course I didn't expect it to appeal to everyone. Everyone's tastes are different, after all, and so it's not a matter of quality unless it's practical. When it comes to entertainment, quality is relative. I will enjoy movies with cool-looking fight scenes, witty humor, sweeping romances, or all the above. I don't know what he likes, but he has no right to discredit my opinions. He does it ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

I can't even... I might have to blow off some steam about him in person because I am typing extremely furiously at the moment, and I'm half-blind with rage, exhausted from trying to keep it from other people, and it's almost four in the morning.

Because of his affinity for arguing, he has developed the most inconsiderate and unforgivably asinine habit ever...

So we'll be debating. I'll make a statement. He'll say it's stupid (like always... and he thinks this is the way to my heart?), and then he'll make a statement. Then I try to understand his statement. Then he does something similar... except not.

He'll tell me what I said. Except his version of what I said is totally different from what I really said. It's like he doesn't even listen to me! But it isn't that because I realized something:

In his pompous arrogance, he twists my words into an argument that is completely wrong just so that his argument will hold water. IT doesn't matter if anyone else is right or wrong, because if they're right, he'll pretend they said something ELSE to make it sound like they're wrong. 

I.

Want.

To.

Kick.

His.

Face.

AAAAAAAAAAGH.