It just "torques" me -- a word briefly in fashion during my early youth, meaning "irks" -- that despite trying to go along, minding my business, following directions, doing things by the rules, I end up being ignored, trampled upon, put out, slighted, and otherwise dismissed as though I don't exist.
Like, even when I'm OBVIOUSLY THE NEXT &^%%$ PERSON in line at the post office! And in several, more significant, incidents today.
Yeah, must be the karma thing.
Whatever. I'm gonna have a HUGE bowl of Cocoa Puffs and take a nap. Later I'll finish my stupid paper for class.