The theatre students are really grating today. It's surprisingly warm this week, so we have the windows open in the office - the main drawback of which being the oblivious, abrasive kids "expressing themselves" at the top of their lungs across the road. If they're not endlessly (and tunelessly) rehearsing showtunes, they're screaming and hugging each other on the street - or walking along alone but singing at the top of their lungs, trying to get noticed. Today though they're just shouting. I'm sure this is some brilliant "acting" technique, like the Stanislavsky horseshit they briefly tried to teach us at uni. What it actually is, though, is noise pollution.
It's genuinely hard to work through the noise - and I post something caustic and unnecessary on Twitter to try and relieve some of the pressure building up in my skull. Amusingly, some appalling 18 year old self-satisfied grin machine sees it and tweets back, asking why I'm being so "harsh". I tell him that ignorant, extroverted drama students are basically everything that is wrong with the world. Then I block him and report him for spam. My anger management techniques may be crude, but they'll do for now.
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