Does someone ever say something to you, and it starts out as a criticism, but they end up turning it into something they say all the time as some kind of sick joke?
Like for instance, if someone says “wow, you really should have ironed that shirt before you came out”, you feel extremely self conscious about it for the rest of the day. You find your eyes darting to every single reflection of yourself and judge the wrinkles every single time you see them, thinking to yourself “why the fuck did I think I could get away with that?”
So the next time you see your friend, they’re like “Oh, so you managed to iron your shirt this time?” half joking, half not (because lets face it, our friends are dicks), you do that half laugh, half cringe as you nod along, but inside you’re thinking “why the fuck did I think she would let that go?”
And so it goes. You hang out every once in a while, not as much as you used to because that friend is starting to really piss you the fuck off. You walk into a cafe and they say “table for two for me and old woman wrinkles over here” as they give you an elbow to the rib and you mentally give them an elbow to the face. You go shopping and you find a cute little swing number that is made out of slightly thinner material. You ask for their opinion because at this stage you suppose it still kind of matters, and they say “It’s cute! Wouldn’t look good wrinkled though” with a wink and laugh as they turn around to look at some sunglasses that you could easily shove up their ass.
The more you hang out with this person, the more you see things that agitate you, because out of the infinite possibilities of phrasing in the english language, they can only seem to string together the literal most agitating sentences; conversation killers. In conclusion, that friendship becomes a conversation you actually do want to kill.
Moral of the story; don’t be a fucking buzzkill just because your mind can’t handle the incredibly simple challenge of making intellectual conversation.