Annoyo annoyas annoyat and (which nobody would dispute) annoyant. There! I've annoyed you, true? Another silly joke that you didn't understand. There she goes again, you think racing away on a rant careless in Lala Land. And there you go again annoying me with your stodginess or recklessness or selfishness or fear. Everyone annoys you but that's their duty, it's their job to be different and it's hard being always bland and clear. Non annoyo non vivo and dulce irritatio. People like what they like and it's never quite right. A walk by the beach? No thanks they say Give me a bath or a bee or a peach I'd rather be bored than adored. The fun is at the interface of two annoying people like me and yes, you'd better believe it, you. Because you are annoying too. ~ Rachel McAlpine 2021
When someone told me, “All friends are annoying for 15% of the time,” it hit me like a thunderbolt. Eureka! It’s true! And you still love them or like them, and it’s kind of interesting and stimulating.
I am annoying too
The corollary follows inexorably: yes, that means I’m annoying too, even to my friends, or especially to my friends. So I started thinking about how I probably annoy people. The list is long, but these are the first few that spring to mind.
- By being relentlessly pointlessly predictably pathologically optimistic.
- By making very silly jokes that only make sense in my own head. All the time.
- By interrupting people and talking over them.
- By criticising people while pretending to be merely discussing them. (Pretty much always I am criticising some behaviour that is more typical of myself than of them.)
- By daring to publish “instant poems” that are only half written and unworthy of my great brain and supreme talent.
- By humble-bragging. (See 5.)
Well then. The only behaviours that I struggle against are 3., 4. and 6. The others are annoying in a useful way, I think. True or not?
You are also annoying, to some people, some of the time. I wonder what you do that is annoying…