I've recently started to really notice just how many people are so wrapped up in themselves and their own affairs that everyone else places a distant third. These are the people on cell phones in public places, talking in a voice loud enough to be heard forty feet away, oblivious to the fact that no one around them wants to hear about their cheating boyfriend or what bar they're going to after work.
They're the drivers who you naturally leave room for in front of your car when traffic slows to a crawl in front of where they're waiting to come out of a parking lot or driveway, and then as you follow them along for a ways you notice that not only do they never return the favour to anyone else, but they'll cut off anyone they can in their mad dash to change lanes so they can get a few feet further along. If the possibility presents itself, you can lay money down that they'll move into the lane that's about to end, zoom by as many cars as possible, and then expect to be let back into the lane they just abandoned, having hurtled past a dozen or more cars that had got there before them. They also can't resist the temptation to run red lights, or be expected to stay out of the intersection even when there's nowhere for them to go as the light turns red (so what if they're blocking traffic the other way)?
They're the ones who never look behind them as they enter or exit a building, perfectly content to have the door slam in the face of anyone behind them, no matter how many packages that person might be carrying. They also wouldn't dream of holding an elevator door for anyone, no matter how many times it might've been done for them.
They'll be there, sitting a row back of you, or maybe two rows in front of you, and have somehow confused the movie theatre with their own living room, as they talk through the film at a volume that'd be appropriate if they actually needed to be heard by the folks all the way at the rear of the theatre.
They can be counted on to use the handicap parking locations if one's available, or just make their own spots by leaving their cars wherever seems the most convenient to them. They also just might dump whatever trash has built up in their car out onto the ground, right there in the parking lot, because finding a garbage container would never occur to them.
They're the result of God-awful parenting practices.
They're the bane of my existence.
They're the All-About-Me's.
And I hate them.
With a passion.
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Interesting lack of comments on this one. Perhaps you are hitting home? And I know this is just your short list. Imagine what you could have included if you'd thought about it for a bit !
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