Rolling in the deep

A lot of stupid shit bugs me.  The dumbest little things you can think of. 

I don't like it when certain people get too far in my personal space.

I hate it when I ask you to repeat your first name, and you give me your first and last.  (APPARENTLY you weren't listening.)

I think it all boils down to patience.  Or lack of it, I guess.  The people I love, I friggin' adore.  I want to be around them all the time, they make me so happy that I would gladly lose sleep, money, whatever just to be around them.  I get very frustrated when people don't feel the same way.  But when you think about it, it's going to be difficult, impossible even, to feel the exact same way about a person as they feel about you.

It's just not going to happen.  It's one of those things that just cannot be determined (No, I Love YOU more.) 

Actually more of an insecurity, if you will, than an irritation.   Meh, no.  It's both. 

Sometimes I have nowhere to go with all the shit I have to say.  No one to lay all these incomplete thoughts on for fear they become more confused about things than I am. 

To be more direct:

I wish I had more patience for the people that need it, more trust for those that deserve it, less time to spend on the assholes and the gumption to say exactly what I want.

(the thing that irks me most, is I really have all those tools ... I am just afraid of what will happen when I do.)

This post bugs me.  I am not articulate at all today.