Quibble — Gabble — Grumble — Ramble
On a Sunday night it came, completely out of the blue, invading my peace of mind.
“Hello, it seems that I am a low-life teacher below you, and you have your click1 of friends.
I see you are a true Christian, too.
You wear the cross too, and every Sunday you go to church and you don’t work on a Sunday the same it says in the bible.
Wow, god will love you and bless you to your commitment to him”
“Thank you. Sleep well.” I replied.
Then came the final:
“Yeah, I will. I won’t contact you again”
Continuously seeking conflict with people in his immediate surroundings. Striving to be grandiose to no avail. You help them and they rise to a twisted feeling of being of great importance. Bombarding you with messages about … only themselves. Telling personal stories that no one really wants to hear.
Rambling on and on about themselves. Overwhelmingly being all over your friends and acquaintances in a café until they run to pay the bill and leave.
God has some real weirdos as devotees!
No doubt he contacted me again today. Of course!
Aspiring to being great takes a lot of effort.
Some people do excel in overstaying their welcome!
Quibble – Gabble – Grumble – Ramble
Void ~ Annoyed ~ Paranoid ~ Avoid ^_^
- He meant: clique ↩︎
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