Here's a pretty simple, fun fact you should get to know about me: I do not enjoy people who take up space.

That means people who are in the way to be in the way.

People who serve no purpose other than hovering and siphoning energy from, or presenting toxicity into, every room they enter.

Those who get in your way - all awkward limbs and vacant expressions. Immobile and yet quietly accosting your body at a rate so frequent you would think yourself to be the victim of a hallowed assault.

There with, and serving, little to no purpose yet always projecting an air of entitlement.
The irritating ilk of the vanilla variety - bland, boring and simply THERE.

JUST THERE.

Much like Blue Ivy and Beyoncé, my spirit conflicts very heavily with those who present as listless, unmotivated and unremarkable. I'm not sure why it is, but I have very little patience for these particular character traits. Frankly even the very thought of being around people who possess them is aggravating on another level.

You are taking up the space of someone or something which is better suited to occupy my time, and I would like to think of my time as being quite valuable.

I do not mesh with those who occupy space and provide it with little to no enhanced value. By extension, I do not mesh well with those who prop these people up.

At this moment, quite a few people resting squarely in the public eye are taking up space. Their presence accosting me at every turn, fueling a rage I have worked hard to squelch.

Move. To. The. Left.

Your purpose is nonexistent and your presence is a poison.

At this point, being in the way just to be in the way is a farce and a testament to just how tired, bland and unremarkable those who take up space truly are.

Shift out of my orbit.