Dirt and garbage

I like this one better because it’s funny. As I enter the room, I trip on my own feet and face-plant into a pile of dirt on the floor, followed by the sight of your ridiculously bright red shirt. I deliberately look away, as the association makes me laugh so hard I snort, and shift my attention to the garbage can, which is nearly filled with what I can only assume are the remnants of your personality. I find the presence of dirt and garbage more tolerable than spending time with you, mainly because they don't make me want to pull my hair out. Your presence is simply a joke and I am grateful to be able to disregard you. I leave the room, accompanied by the unassuming presence of dirt and garbage, knowing they are superior to your character, and I'm pretty sure they're funnier too.