I expect my friends to show a certain amount of respect when it comes to my thoughts and feelings, but by no means do I need them to take themselves, or even myself, seriously all the time. I want people I can relax, share things, and generally have a good time with. Likewise, I find myself generally satisfied in this area.
What I do not expect, when I get up in the morning, IS THERE TO BE NO FUCKING TEA FOR ME TO HAVE. WHERE IS MY FUCKING TEA, I NEED MY MORNING CUP OF TEA YOU GOAT TOUCHING SONS OF WHORES.
I have no tea. Someone drank the last of my tea.
I am full of hate.