Three

Dissatisfaction has this dirty habit of settling in where you really don't want it.

Like in my bed. I'm sitting here right now and I'm really irritated.
Irritated at some neighbor who is doing some stupid suburban home improvements.
They are pounding incessantly on something and it is driving me crazy.
It sounds stupid, but if you were here, it would be driving you crazy too.

The only escape is to go to school. I don't want to do that either.
I just want my peace and quiet back.
Which of course doesn't even happen here.

I hate civilization.
What a misnomer. It is so uncivilized.

All day long I hear warplanes and helicopters flying too close overhead, and kids with too much testosterone squealing their tires outside. And people fighting and bitching and crying about everything; usually other people.

It's low grade chaos, actually.

Civilization lies in the place where there are no people, and you can actually feel the wind and smell what nature smells like. Two people can be civilized, but not three.

Three is a crowd.
Three is drama.
Three is more shit than you ever wanted to deal with.
Three sucks.
Divine number indeed.