I think I might be having an allergic reaction to the Universe

Why do the old ladies that live next door find it necessary to fight out loud when they reach the elevator, on a beautiful beautiful sunday morning, when I’m dreaming a beautiful beautiful dream which should never end? Why did the delivery boy arrive an hour and a half late yesterday, when I was starving and all I wanted was a nice and WARM meal? Why doesn’t anyone smile anymore and everyone is making any kind of noise, as long as it reaches at least 100 decibels? Why do people think that if they don’t include the words “trust me”, “believe me” or “sincerely” in the conversation I won’t believe them? I DO believe you, just please stop with all the “I sincerely believe bla bla blas”! Why do people think I would be interesed in listening to their phone playlists when I take a walk in the park? Why do Dexter and Deedee speak romanian now? Why do people who have cool cars are invariable stupid? Why do we think that the only way we can succed in life is by being little suck-ups? Why is it that when bad things happen they come in sets? Why do I even bother?