I’m trying. I really am. Tonight will be a test and I’m driving myself. I’ll meet you there in case I’m insulted. Don’t have to listen to you talking the entire way there and back. You “hate” these people, yet you’re constantly clamoring for their attention. Make up your mind; you can’t have it both ways.
You’re the common denominator in your issues. Go back to math class and work it out. Pick a lane. Use your blinkers. You passed your exit.