Minor Frustrations
Every day I sit here in the library during third hour attempting to study Psychology. Let me run through the typical library experience each day, with very little alteration from day to day.
I enter the library and come sit at this computer. The same one every day, though some days I'll walk in to discover some innocent, spacey little freshman looking up random images on google, totally oblivious to my frequent glances at them as I sit nearby and await my turn. Sure, I use different computers sometimes, but I like my routine, to say the least. Anyway, I digress horribly already.
Moving on. Every day at 11:50 the bell rings, and soon a large mass of people skipping their B lunch swarms in. Among these are some of the most ridiculous and, unfortunately, saddening people I have ever met. Many are just nice girls who come to read blogs (such as this, though it's private now) and take random quizzes. One girl is kind of... too friendly, I suppose. (She once sat down and, the day after I met her, proceeded to tell me about her upcoming visit to the Gynecologist.) Another of these girls comes in each day and e-mails her boyfriend. He's always by a computer at that time every day so that they can converse... if not she calls him and they talk for about ten minutes. He seems to be an overly protective, borderline stalker type... but hey, as long as they're happy I guess. But by far the most fascinating and annoying group to come to the library is a clan of about four freshman boys who decide to use their lunch playing computer games online. They take great humor in acting as immature as they can possibly manage to be, and find the F word hilarious. Yes boys, your five word vocabulary makes me giggle too - I can't get over your immense wit and cultured perspectives. I sit and listen to your loud taunts and swearing and try to restrain myself from laughing out loud. Particularly when you decide to see how many swear words you can throw into one sentence, because it just makes you sound so incredibly old and mature and appealing. I definitely enjoy having you sit across from me every single day while I attempt to study, because truly the F word provides the best background noise I can imagine.
Yes. This doesn't bother me at all, as you can see. For a while they moved to the other side of the library, but alas, a new crew has replaced them. Two juniors and a senior. They are currently sitting across from me playing some random game laughing about some "f'ing retarded" guy who asked out a girl who apparently weighs "200 pounds". This saddens me deeply. The more I hear them talk, the more I realize how shallow life can become when you only find approval from others by the number of swear words you can say in one sentence. These people are constantly seeking approval despite their strong masks of crass "rebellion" and they won't ever admit it. They fall into this world where the only thing they can talk about is the latest gossip or game or sick story they hear about, and always try to top one another in this sick and twisted competition. I pray that they discover something more to live for. Otherwise what's the point...?
And I've just wasted like twenty minutes talking about. And you've just taken the time to read it.
Makes me wonder.
I enter the library and come sit at this computer. The same one every day, though some days I'll walk in to discover some innocent, spacey little freshman looking up random images on google, totally oblivious to my frequent glances at them as I sit nearby and await my turn. Sure, I use different computers sometimes, but I like my routine, to say the least. Anyway, I digress horribly already.
Moving on. Every day at 11:50 the bell rings, and soon a large mass of people skipping their B lunch swarms in. Among these are some of the most ridiculous and, unfortunately, saddening people I have ever met. Many are just nice girls who come to read blogs (such as this, though it's private now) and take random quizzes. One girl is kind of... too friendly, I suppose. (She once sat down and, the day after I met her, proceeded to tell me about her upcoming visit to the Gynecologist.) Another of these girls comes in each day and e-mails her boyfriend. He's always by a computer at that time every day so that they can converse... if not she calls him and they talk for about ten minutes. He seems to be an overly protective, borderline stalker type... but hey, as long as they're happy I guess. But by far the most fascinating and annoying group to come to the library is a clan of about four freshman boys who decide to use their lunch playing computer games online. They take great humor in acting as immature as they can possibly manage to be, and find the F word hilarious. Yes boys, your five word vocabulary makes me giggle too - I can't get over your immense wit and cultured perspectives. I sit and listen to your loud taunts and swearing and try to restrain myself from laughing out loud. Particularly when you decide to see how many swear words you can throw into one sentence, because it just makes you sound so incredibly old and mature and appealing. I definitely enjoy having you sit across from me every single day while I attempt to study, because truly the F word provides the best background noise I can imagine.
Yes. This doesn't bother me at all, as you can see. For a while they moved to the other side of the library, but alas, a new crew has replaced them. Two juniors and a senior. They are currently sitting across from me playing some random game laughing about some "f'ing retarded" guy who asked out a girl who apparently weighs "200 pounds". This saddens me deeply. The more I hear them talk, the more I realize how shallow life can become when you only find approval from others by the number of swear words you can say in one sentence. These people are constantly seeking approval despite their strong masks of crass "rebellion" and they won't ever admit it. They fall into this world where the only thing they can talk about is the latest gossip or game or sick story they hear about, and always try to top one another in this sick and twisted competition. I pray that they discover something more to live for. Otherwise what's the point...?
And I've just wasted like twenty minutes talking about. And you've just taken the time to read it.
Makes me wonder.
posted by Sarah @ 12:00 PM
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