where do you even begin.....

how do you even begin to tell someone they are annoying you to death, or that they have bad breath, or bad fashion sense and dress like a tart, or have body odour problem? most of the time, we want to tell them but refrain from doing so because we don't to hurt their feelings.

but what happens when you have hit your tolerance level at its max? when the person who is annoying you till kingdom come becomes your shadow - doing everything you do, saying what you say, trying so very hard to be you. they become clingy, and literally a pain where the sun don't shine. when you tick her off for being so god-damned annoying she either breaks down in tears (and thus you are crowned the meanest bitch on the face of the earth), or throws tantrum (and you feel like giving her two tight slaps and telling her to grow up), or worse still starts whacking you or throwing things.

i have come across people who have b.o problems. one girl - we tried telling her gently but she was really offended. look we had to okay... she was dealing with the company's clients. offended she was, but then later we noticed she was doing something about it. well anyways i have lost contact with her but according to a mutual friend she is planning to meet up - hope she has overcome the b.o problem.

another guy - because he was of a senior position in our company, we had our boss tell him. well needless to say, he too was offended & seemed to not know that the had a b.o problem. well everytime you are near, some is gagging, or covering their nose - it sort of sends out signals that something stinks right? then on one of his birthdays, we presented him with a barn & tharn toileteries set (i was responsible for getting the gift & i specifically asked the salesgirl for products to combat b.o). don't know how he took to receiving the gift but last i heard, the situation hasn't improved.

a couple of experiences i had with queen whiny. she can cry at the drop of a hat. well, all i know is i wasn't miss popular for a long time. everytime her hinny cried, the rest would ask me 'what did you do to her?' although at times it wasn't my doing at all. her crying seemed to be synonym to what i did. geez.... i even won a bet with my evil twin on who could make her cry or whine the most. i had free lunch for a week... god, i miss those days!! huargh huargh....

i am sure we have all had experiences as such.. how do you go around it?