Can I call you that? After all, we aren’t friends. I don’t hate you. I really don’t know much about you as a person. I do HATE when you laugh at me. Who would like someone laughing at them? I treat you like every other co-worker. If anything I’m a bit weary of you because I “know” you least of all. I can’t get a read on you. This is an unimportant observation but you seem so young, I’m always shocked by the fact that you have kids.

I don’t try to listen to your conversations but when I put my black headphones all, all hell breaks loose. You know what I mean or ask D. I cant even move! I want to not hear you but every time I put the headphones on and I move in the slightest & make a noise (the headphones), certain people start acting like they are 5 years old. I don’t even know if you are a part of this group. My point is, I don’t want to hear you. I tried to remedy that through headphones. It worked for a while. Those were the good days…and then one day, they became kids.

To appease the situation, I’ve stopped wearing my headphones but I’m going back to using them. Me overhearing you all does me NO GOOD.

In conclusion, if you are ever talking about me – yes I hate that. I don’t hate you. I do question why you (and others) do this but I don’t hate YOU. We don’t sit close enough for me to hate you. 🙂 Trust me, other people’s behavior are more mystifying than yours.