I am not disdaining their characters, rather I feel certain pressure to abate myself for writing such observation, for I, too, have done so sometimes in my life. Although I will be more aware in the future, I do not deny my proclivity in participating such humane rite.
With that set aside, I really feel disgusted by people's voice more often than not. Maybe I've never paid attention as such as now, but I realize that people do not come to coffee shops to buy coffee, desserts, or culture (seemingly clever marketing strategy of Starbuck's). People who come here in groups, pay money to talk shit; I can see the venomous specters of swords flying out of their mouths. Coffee shops provide services of products that fuel their customer's energy to continue, ranging from high caloric desserts to beverages that help customers clear their throats.
Honestly, I find myself caught in between a battlefield. What I have found myself to be as a bystander was clearly a false calculation. Moreover, I noticed that I have been stabbed long before my own recognition. This scar named irritation. All the negativity (although some gossips are hardly any detrimental) has watered my abomination towards people. Slowly, I am beginning to question, is it because they are Koreans? It can't be. Although revealing such hate might have insidious effect on my relationship with others, but really, I have imagined myself, at times when it is just too much, going to the table and slapping their mouths. In reality, I just pack up my shit and leave.
Without ever measuring the metaphor "shit talking" and "talking shit", I often used it. But now such idiom has found its identity in me. It really is ugly to see people gossiping. Literally, it seems like a pile of shit is talking to the corresponding pile (yes, I have seen them with God-given creative imagination). Also, the content of gossips is at times so irritating that, once again, with little creative twist, I've seen shit drool out of people's mouth: babbling on without any sense of words.
This pessimistic view is not the result of their annoyance during my study. I find myself vigorously focused during study. It is just moments like these when I take a break, I am helplessly exposed to others' words. Shit, I'm scared now. I am smelling shit coming from behind as I type this very sentence. I'm more afraid because these people behind me have been shit talking all throughout, and I'm not sure if their indigestive problem is proclaiming their stomachs' malfunction or I have taken a bigger scar of irritation.
As much inhumane some of these gossips are, gossip itself is so human. Blowing irony. Well, maybe since the test date is inexorably drawing near, I am just anxious, more so bitchy. Yes, I would like to end it with that because if I don't, it's going to be harder to face the reality. Blow me.
