kiffie

Every Trig class, I go through hell.

When I have to do math, I need quiet. And sometimes not just quiet, silence. And yet, I find myself with some of the loudest, most annoying people in the whole class. They bray like frikkin' zebras. Loud and long laughs that are so clearly faked that it makes my teeth grind. I can't help it that I look behind myself sometimes. The sounds drive me insane. But they glare at me like I've commited some horrible crime. I've been asked if I've got some problem -- and yes, I do. I don't like laughing. I don't like the sounds of their voices. And there are so many of them...

(I don't like speech. Period. I'd prefer to never speak at all, and never have to hear it spoken to me. But that's neither here nor there.)

It's not confined to school, either.

Some people moved in down the street a few months ago. They let their kids out every night around nine. They stay out until 3. They screech and yell and won't shut up. I'm suprised my birds get any sleep. I've been leaving the air purifier on all night just to have enough white noise to sleep.

Why do people insist on making so much... noise? It's useless noise. Stupid noise.

Worthless noise.

Written word is so much more effecient.