The thing about annoying people, is that they don’t really exist. Only annoyed people exist.
Normal people turn into annoyed people for lots of different reasons. Loud noises. Funny smells. Hearing ideas we don’t like or seeing facial gestures that rub us harshly. Certain perceived attitudes in others can do it. Songs and styles and the ways people walk down the street — all these arbitrary things can turn us normal, happy people into annoyed people.
But not annoying people. Because they don’t exist. When I call someone annoying, I’m talking about myself more than anything. I’m laying out the weaknesses I have in my personality that make it so when my son turns on this video for the eighth time, something yucky happens inside of me.
But it’s not the video. It’s not my son. It’s not anything at all but me.
And I think that means something.