Why? Just... why?

OMG. Are low, guttural noises every five seconds necessary? The deep sighs of discontentment? Do they help you cope with your demons?

Because they’re driving me insane. Really, why must you insist that everyone around you know just how dissatisfied you’ve become with this cruel, cruel world. With how unfair it is that you’re being so poorly treated by your co-workers, who callously refuse to acknowledge your high and mighty presence. It’s just not fair *stomp*

Christ, not only do I have to listen to him heave and sigh and moan and fart and burp, I’ve got to listen to him try and convince someone, anyone, to go to lunch with him.

As you can imagine, no one is accepting his invitation. Most likely because he has the ability to bug the shit out of Mother Theresa, but probably because we all think he’s an idiot. I don’t blame them. Who wants to spend an hour trying to drown out his totally affected, annoyingly high-pitched voice thinking about whether or not choking someone to death is considered self defense?