You know what grinds my gears?
People who stare at you in the library.
Listen, it would be one thing if I was on the quiet floor, talking and laughing around with my friends. But it clearly states that floors 1 and 2 of Strozier Library are DESIGNATED TALKING AREAS, meaning that if I want to hold a conversation about amino acids or glycolysis or Tumblr or men or Disney, I CAN DO THAT.
If you have a problem with it, take your *bleep bleep* to the *bleeping* third floor!
I hate when people think them staring at you is suppose to make you be quiet. Heck, I talk more when people stare at me out of sheer spite! If my party and I are too loud, then kindly get up and let us know. We’ll quiet down if it’s disturbing you to that level. But staring is not going to do anything but tick me off.
Now, tonight we had this (we being @seelifesimply and myself) girl sitting next to us, who repeatedly kept looking at me because I was facing her. So I decided that the next time I catch her staring, I would stare back. And I did (but not for long; anyone who knows me knows that I’m not really good at being mean like that lol). But she got the picture.
I hate to have to go there, but I mean grow up and say something! And what got me was we weren’t even that loud! GRRRRR!!!
Next time, I’m going to try to hold my stare. Creep them out, you know? I might even throw in a creepy face or do something inappro-pro like rub my nipples or do that Barty Crouch, Jr. thing with my tongue. Or maybe I’ll pretend she’s a weeping angel and not blink. There’s so many options.
So yeah… that really grinds my gears. Don’t stare at me in the library when I’m on a designated talking floor and expect that to shut me up. Because it won’t. And I will make it super awkward for you.