Pride and Predjudice

Is it me or does everyone else sigh with relief when you walk into the break room and no one is inside? I mean, I actually have a mild anxiety attack when I think of having to chit-chat with people who I only share a workplace in common with. Actually, it doesn't just have to do with work, it's any place where I know that there will be someone I don't know very well trying to have a conversation with me. And it's not just because it's a little awkward, I think it mostly has to do with the fact that most people are stupid and I don't want to have to sift through their inanity to actually find some comment I can make that has anything remotely to do with what they're saying. I shouldn't have to work when I'm on a break, and that includes talking to people who would be working at Wal-Mart except for the fact that they have too many teeth. I have a limited number of times I can say, "Oh really?" before people start suspecting that I'm not paying attention to them, and that means that on some level I have to pay attention and that just makes me tired. I don't want to know anything about you. I don't want to have any pieces of your life floating around in my mind. And I definitely don't want to have to pity laugh at everything you say while your eyes are roaming around the room because in some part of your brain you know what you're saying is barely coherent.

So, when I walk into a room that is potentially containing people I get a little concerned. I know it's a little mean of me to feel this way, but as Mr. Bennet says, "I am heartily ashamed of myself... But don't despair; it'll pass, and no doubt more quickly than it should."