'Irritants'

I have some irritants.
Okay, a lot.
Like obvious liars, slow websites, not being able to fall asleep...oh, and poetry.
Poetry is from the devil, I swear. Not to mention, I'm absolutely AWFUL at it. Call me wacky, but I don't
consider this good:

Now, poetry's not the only thing that irritates me.
Only one of the many, many things.
Another one? {as if you'd want to know & actually care.}
People taking credit for your hilarity.
It's just like when you tell someone the right answer to a math problem, they  tell the teacher, get a prize or something and
1. they never thank you.
2. they never tell anyone that it was really you.

Like 5 minutes later you hear the person you JUST told the story to telling a group your story, and they're loving it.

You're waiting. Waiting for the truth to come out so they know YOU were the comic mind behind the story.
Waiting....
....
waiting for your recognition....
...
waiting to not be a loser anymore...
...
WAITING FOR THE ATTENTION YOU DESERVE.
and then...

And just like that, you've witnessed the harsh reality that is story telling.


Anyways....that is all.
The end.