A serious chat

I went to work today, albeit late, and have just got back home. I have felt very unsettled about this morning, and I have been thinking a lot. I remember how happy I had been a couple of days ago, and how that mood had completely changed overnight. I remember the catalyst for all this was a three-hour lecture by Cunt the First and his hyper-talkativeness.
Yesterday I spoke to my brother about what had happened, and it turns out that I was right. He was distressed by the intrusion, but doesn't feel comfortable about challenging people. In truth nor do I, which is probably why I tend to bottle things up for such a long time, that I eventually explode. I really don't see why we should have to put up with this person's behaviour, just because he happens to be lonely. I can see that Cunt the First and I are going to have a very serious chat before long, if I can get a word in edgewise. I hope he listens, or else I'm really going to lose my temper. I've had more than enough of it now.