the influence

so i sit here in this academic computer lab, a source of comfort and solace, of studiousness and etc etc whatever other big words i can find on thesaurus.com, i sit by myself. a dude comes by, sits next to me, and reserves the other seat. it goes like this, where O is not occupied, but Xs are.

[ hi i'm a window] O X X PILLAR

and this lady comes by and sits next to him. then they switch seats. by then, i'm deep into reading mein jahrhundert by some ex-nazi member, and i'm irritated as fuck. i start scratching whatever is fucking itching by default. oh fuck me, cruel world! god, why must you do this to me! why do you have to lichenize my skin cells and make me feel like caligari from that cabinet movie, who is freaky as fuck all and that was in the 1920s, man what, wait. why am i irritated? i pause. stop all that i'm doing.

lo and behold, the lady next to me IS THROWING A FUCKING FUSSY FIT OVER SOME OTHER PERSON'S ACCOUNTING NUMBER BULLSHIT ERRORS. not like "oh my. she made an error. why must she do this >:( ???" but more of "oh my GOD i can't.. what an idiot! i can't believe i'm doing this! why does she have to do it? WHO DOES THIS?? oh my god i hate her! rage rage rage "

wait, what?

settle the fuck down and quit being so gay about it.

i never noticed how influenced i am by the intonation of other voices, even when not directly paying attention to it.

p.s.

keep the chinchilla revolution alive! 2009: never forget!