Ok, I understand that I’m actually in the ‘cafe’ portion of the library, and the general volume here is slightly louder than the rest of the library. However, when you come over to talk with the girl sitting five feet from me about your poly-sci paper, and get into a passionate explanation of your viewpoint while facing me, and go on for almost an hour, I think you’ve gone too far.
I can filter out general discourse really well, but your blabbing practically within arm’s reach has permeated my consciousness. I’m trying to write a paper, but all I can do is listen to how you feel that a congressperson ought to be more responsive to his/her constituents than to his/her party, and how the constituents are also to blame sort of, and how fillibusters are a turning of one’s back on one’s role as congress person, and how you’re from RI, and how people voted your guy out because of the ® next to his name even though he didn’t vote ® and people loved him but voted on party lines.
You also made motions to leave about 20+ minutes ago, and I thought, “ah, sweet relief,” but you just kept talking and talking and talking about how you didn’t think you’d get your work done tonight and might just do it tomorrow morning instead. You left while I was typing this rant, finally!
Well, maybe if you decided to shut the fuck up and write your paper instead of chatting for an hour in the library you’d be done with your paper.
Yes, I know I had many options available to me if this was really an issue, ranging from getting up and moving to asking them to move to throwing a heavy object at them. Instead, being the martyr that I am, I suffered through it and am ranting about it here instead.