And why do I have to cater for them? Why don’t they cater for me? And why are they permitted to have so much of an impact on my life? Does that seem fair to anyone else? I don’t interrupt them while they dribble and slobber and gibber and strut around with their chins out, earnestly indulging in their impotent little power struggles and pretending they’re not mere evolutionary dregs clinging desperately to the arsehole of society, contemplating meaningless bullshit and working menial jobs ten years after they’re dead. Halfwits. Fucking halfwits. Why can’t they just leave me alone?