I think people can be lovely!...when you can go back to your room after ten minutes and leave them to talking about the X-Factor. Or their cousin, who's really nice, yeah, but a bit of a slapper, right, but people don't understand.

Urgh. After a long day at college where I have to interact with people who talk about EVERYTHING THAT COMES INTO THEIR HEADS (and force you to repeat things in a dumbed-down fashion so they understand your comments when you try and join in) I need to avoid others until I don't want to kill them.
But actually saying that makes me feel a bit like some sort creepy misanthropic cave-dweller...