Talking to BRICKS

Sometimes I wonder why I bother speak to some people, and if I must speak to them why don't I have an allotted time after which I find a nice way to end the conversation. I like strong willed persons - but there is a thin line between strong willed and reluctance to think outside the box or challenge convention. It amazes me sometimes how seemingly progressive people can be so, non-progressive; it's like the door to their brain has been left ajar so that only snippets of intellect can flow. These conversations leave me feeling drained and sometimes even angry - they're like WTF convos which leave me ready to yank what little hair I have off my fucking head. Respecting the views of others is much easier said than done - alas in a civil society that is what we must do - gone are the days of punishment till they submit to your will. Oh well!