A narrative of a person who sees people as the greatest obstacle of his life.
When I come to work at eight o’clock in the morning, all I ask for is a little peace and quiet; well, alright, a lot of peace and quiet, but is that too much to ask for? I dread mornings when coworkers sneak up on me and ask me how I am doing. First of all, that is a dumb question asked only out of politeness. I do not feel the need to reciprocate such friendliness in an effort to stop their mindless questions that I sit through, grinding my teeth as I answer them as vague and close ended as possible. I count down the minutes to the end of their anti climactic stories so I can be at peace once again with my computer and work. Really, it is dreadful. How can they expect me to be interested in their lives and their own ventures? How can I possible be expected to care about another human being to that extent?
Mondays are the worst, well, after holidays that is. On Mondays there are always the faithful ignorant coworkers who want to recap their weekend with intricate details. Now, don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with telling me how your weekend went, just as long as it is kept short and to the point such as “good,” or “yes I had a rather terrible one,” and so on. Small talk in itself is not bad; in fact it is often necessary as a transition between the awkward moment and the nearly bearable one. But too much of a good thing can be an annoyance. Small talk must be kept in its place for it to be effective. Otherwise people will become complacent in meaningless conversations.
To avoid small talk and other close encounters with interrogative coworkers, I take great care to plan my lunch break and coffee breaks accordingly. My lunch is at the awkward time three o clock, which isn’t so bad because my coffee breaks have also been suspended to times others are making their way down the hall for a bit a chatting. I, on the other hand, can enjoy my coffee alone and peacefully, thus avoiding two bothersome people encounters.
Gosh! People in general just grate on my nerves. Have they no consideration for the rest of society who actually have agendas and goals for themselves?! Honestly, how do these people get anything accomplished when all they do is make pointless friendships? In fact, do they even have any goals for their lives? I know mine. I want to open a counseling center for the homeless and needy. Hopefully with some counseling and tender loving care they will be able to see that there is hope to keep living and to live life to its fullest. I am sure none of these people would be able to dedicate their time to investing in people the way I plan to help them. They are too busy with their own lives, sharing pointless answers to pointless questions, gaining nothing except mere relationships. I will be doing something one day though, as soon as I can get out of this crap job, and begin helping other people instead of simply listening to them. There is no greater reward in life than seeing someone feel better about them self because someone put in the time to invest in their life.
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