The Story of my Impatience

This is about a dream i had about 3 nights in a row but it really is a good way to illustrate the stuborness and ignorance of the average person and how we are all guilty of it.

Get off the stairs!

I am screaming garishly,

incoherently, as if completely insane.

Am I? Obviously they can’t hear me.

So I must be psychotic, or at least,

perhaps, im just being ludicrous.

Its most likely they can’t get off the stairs,

they’re going somewhere, but even they

don’t know exactly where.

Are they merely trotting endlessly up

and down the stairs, back and forth?

 

     Or, and hear me out.

This is just a massive insurmountable,

irrelevant symphony of mass retardation.

All bumbling mindlessly up and down those

huge oak-wood spiral stairs.

Why can’t they just get to where they are going?

Go to sleep! I yell, Fall down! I scream, Do something!

But nothing will happen.

As if they all have a web a neurons firing within their heads,

all at once, causing them to preform acts that simply,

unequivocally, annoy the f**k out me.

Are they just ganging up on me?

Are they all in it together?

Or are they all just on the f*****g stairs?

 

     I hope intensely that they aren’t just on the stairs.

Why would so many people at once be needing this?

To get from on story of this house to the next.

It’s not the only staircase in the place, why are they all on it?

No, why in hell do all of these people live here?

Were do they sleep?

Do they sleep?

No! They’re always on the stairs!

These people!

They need to use other stairs!

I sure as hell won’t use the other stairs.

I use these everyday, these are my f*****g stairs!

These people are always in my way.

They use them every single day.

Always bumping into me.

 

     Now a completely rational person would say,

"Well obviously they must think the same thing as you"

No! That’s not it, because I’m always going somewhere.

Clearly, they haven’t gone anywhere,

always just on the stairs, I never see them anywhere else!

So just like every other day,

I turn back midway down these stairs,

its just to crowded,

I cannot get past them,

these immensely annoying little people.

Leave me alone!

Get off of my stairs!

Just let me get down there.

It’s been a week now, and I have never been able to get down there.

Do they even know how much they irritate me?

 

     Yeah, you get it?

Sounds stupid huh?

You would hate it too if you were me, right?

So as I am passively thinking, a thought bursts into my head.

Those other stairs are there!

I will use them.

That’ll show those f*****g people.

 

     Once I was down there,

I saw that it was lunch time.

Yeah, well this was probably where they had been going everyday.

They probably just used those stairs because they were closer.

Well now obviously I feel like a complete jackass

 

Those were still my f*****g stairs though!

Author's Note

this is intended to be humorous and i would ike to ehar your opinion on it