Simple

It’s not that hard.

I can’t stand you. Fuck off.

You’d rather pierce your flesh repeatedly with freshly sharpened shark needles than endure another monotonous conversation with a human being?

There’s no degree on how to subtly tell someone to relieve you of his or her presence.

There’s no indirect path ingrained with decorum that accomplishes indicating that you’d rather suffocate on the lovely smell of rotting fish.

You just have to forgo manners for that insignificant second.

It’s that simple.

And yet.

It’s not.