Pressing Your "Buttons"

Being interrupted.

As a kid, my dad drilled it into my head that you do not interrupt people when they're speaking. As a result, I always wait until someone finishes a sentence or thought before chiming into a conversation.

Then the cocksucker interrupts me to tell me I'm wrong, or "but what if..." or to say something else they think is relevant. Often it really is relevant. However, now I'm stuck waiting for them to finish their next thought before I can get back to what I was saying in the first place. Frequently these discourteous motherfuckers will keep right on interrupting me and after about 5 occurrences, I'm no longer fit to converse because I'm so pissed off at their abject rudeness that I can't form a coherent thought anymore.

My mother's husband is notorious for this, and I've screamed at him about it before. Unfortunately, living in the South for several years took its toll on his intelligence, and being a MilitarAmeriConservaRepubliChristian means he's positive that it's impossible for him ever to be wrong about anything, so he hasn't quite caught onto how much it pisses me off when he cuts me off. Plus I know that if I ever do try to take back the conversation after he interrupts me, he'll accuse me of hypocrisy even though he's flat-out ignored my wish not to be interrupted in no less than 20 conversations (some of them quite heated by nature) If it weren't illegal to do so, I probably would have cut out his tongue and stitched his mouth shut with nylon cord by now.

How ya doing, buddy?