As I type this I'm sitting in the public library, supposedly working on a school project. I am determined to get a lot of work done on it, as it's due in 2 days. I want it to be done already! So I set my laptop up in one of those tiny, desk sized cubicles. I'm surrounded by books and I'm ready to go.
I am the kind of person who does not work well with distractions. My husband works best with the radio blaring, the TV on, and a herd of small elephants running around him. He claims it as a side effect of his dyslexia. I on the other hand work best in silence.
For the record, dyslexia runs on my side of the family too. I have long suspected that I am mildly dyslexic, though never tested or diagnosed. I suppose my brain operates differently than his. Minor sounds that no one else would hear, like the quiet whirring of a machine, or someone lightly tapping their feet, annoy the heck out of me.
This particular project requires that I briefly look through 10 books. I don't need to check them out, I just need to look through them.
Well there's a turkey a few cubicles down who is reading out loud. He started out whispering, but he has gotten a bit louder. Right now it sounds like he's mumbling to himself. It's INCREDIBLY annoying! I really don't want to pick all my gear up to move. But jeeze, why is it necessary to read aloud?!?!
Grrrrrrrrr! Fuck it. In self defense I picked all my stuff up (as loudly as possible) and stomped off to another area. Stupid schmuck! If you want to read aloud, do it at home. That's why you're not supposed to yap on a cell phone in the library!
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