is it... is it... is it?

One can only guess what this means, pissing off 3 people in one night.
Exam stress? Personal reasons? My fault?

What's the reason? There are reasons for each of the reasons.
Maybe, I dread to think of it this way, maybe the world is filled with nice people. Nice people whose toes I tread on every waking moment. So these things are surprises because in some sense I had it coming.
You had it coming... sounds familiar. It's the favourite way of dealing with me.

Maybe, I dread to adopt this, I've been living on borrowed time. Maybe my existence really taxes the patience of others.
Maybe they sit down and wonder, maybe it's a calculated murder.

It's not funny anymore. There's no place to start either, for a kindly voice reminds me right here and now that this is part and parcel of virtual interaction.
It's most likely misinterpretation on my part... or the emboldening of the individual on the other side. Choose. Maybe, both.