I sat across from her in the student union on a gray sofa. She was a sorority girl, which doesn't matter at all. I knew her by her name, but I never really had talked to her before then. I had no judgement of her but she seemed like she would be a nice girl. I guess everyone is "nice" so that fact doesn't matter either.
I was on my computer with my journal by my side. She was also on her computer. I assumed she was doing homework because she was reading something then typing on her computer. Read. Type. Read. Type. By now we've exchanged some words by not much. I never have been one to talk a lot around people I don't know, so our lack of conversation wasn't a surprise to me. Read. Type. Read. Type. She continued on with her "homework" if that's what it was. She stopped typing, adjusted her position on the couch, then proceeded to say "This is uncomfortable." This was, what I didn't know, the start of my annoyance. She one again began talking, "This music seems all the same....". And so on.
Finally, silence. Wait, I take that back. She began to talk again, but this time to me. She obviously sees I'm doing something but goes on to say, "Are you doing homework?"
"Yes."
She again asks, "What are you doing?"
"I'm reading."
"Oh same." Blah, blah, blah, blah.
She continued to complain once again. I still don't judge her, but I couldn't focus when someone was talking to me and I was reading.
She was a nice girl, a complainer, and definitely someone who LOVED to talk.
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