Hermit Wannabe

I would like to start out this post by making clear that my attitude throughout this post is not negative, even if it sounds like it. :) That being said, I don't like most people. They bother me, it's true. I was in the library the other day reading some obscenely dense philosophical article and this girl sits down right next to me. First off, that's irritating right there. It's like the urinal rule... you don't go right next to someone if you don't have to (or so I hear). It's an invasion of personal space. Then, the girl starts texting away. And playing with her hair. This shouldn't bother me, but she was swinging this long hair around having it almost hit my face every two seconds. It had reminiscence of being younger and having your brother sit there almost touching you and saying, "I'm not touching you! I'm not touching you!" She also reeked of bad perfume. After no less than fifteen minutes of hair adjusting, make up touch ups, texting, and clothes rearranging, she settled into reading some book and kept flipping her hair almost into my face. Argh.

Then there was Squeaky Joe. He came and sat down across from me. Seriously, there were dozens of empty seats around, I don't know why I was like a flame to these really annoying moths. He sat down and started adjusting his chair. Squeak as he puts the back forward, squeak as he puts it back again, squeak as he makes the chair taller, squeak as he puts it back down again. After many attempts to make that chair work for him, he switches it with another chair and begins the whole asinine process all over again. Sigh.

Then today, as I was walking to work, I had to cross the little bridge that goes over the Leith. It is about 2 1/2 people wide, but has these stupid bars on either end to keep people from riding their bikes over it, which it doesn't. Instead, it bottlenecks the bridge on either end. Well, today, a group of four people were just casually talking right at the bottleneck. Rows of people were developing on either side of them. They were talking about where they were going to go for lunch. I mean, honestly. Then, just as I broke through the traffic jam they had created, and I was nearing work, a bus started coming at me. It's a bit hard to explain this, but where I work is really on a walkway, but technically people can drive on it. No one ever does, except tour buses or people who do business right here, but there you have it. So the traffic has to yield to the acres of students and the like. I was nearest the bus, but there were heaps of people right on the other side of me, clearly blocking its way. Well, it just kept on trucking at me, albeit 5 miles an hour. I just looked at the guy (he was close enough that we could clearly interact) and said, "Are you friggin' kidding me?"

I don't like people. They aren't fun, for the most part. For the most part, they are annoying and troublesome and get in my way. Boo, people, boo. I want to be a hermit. But again, I am not yelling this story as you might thing, but gently explaining my exasperation. Sigh. People. Can't live with them, can't live without them... wait, yeah you can.