Some people assume that listening to music, with headphones, is a subtle invitation to be interrupted.
No matter where I park myself, no matter the obvious seclusion, when listening to music someone is bound to come and attempt to speak to me.
I have a method to deal with such people, or "idiots' as they may fairly be called. Without turning down the volume, I ask them, "Think carefully. Ask yourself if what you have to say can be more interesting than the music I am listening to?"
Remarkably, nearly all of them walk away. Even more remarkably, no one has bopped me on the nose.
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must admit i'm suprised that you haven't been bopped. Seems a trifle anti-social.
ReplyDeleteSeems fair, if harsh. How do you navigate the aggression and hyper-masculinity of prison, while avoiding violence?
ReplyDeleteI used to have a flow chat taped to the back of my office chair at times I needed to work uninterrupted. It basically said "is it life or death? Do you have a cup of tea for me?" I imagine you can figured out the instructions :)
ReplyDeleteI fully undestand that music can be more important than words.
ReplyDeleteContiue blogging, Ben.
Haha, a man after my own heart. I had to slope off to the campus library with my Dean Koontz book the other day because people just can't seem to get the message that I really don't want to be disturbed, either.
ReplyDelete:-) What are you listening to?
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