People annoy me

People annoy me.
They bore me. I feel that I have less and less inclination to listen to annoying peoples' boring stories. My brain just shuts off and starts to dream about imaginary lives away from my own. Beaches and husbands and children and bookshops and coffee house and happiness. Colour and music. Not that endless drone of selfishness that makes me want to scream out loud.

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