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Sep. 29th, 2005 11:05 pm(As written on my phone @ 2:40pm)
I'm sitting here at Barnes and Nobles, quietly reading a book after trying to find the latest issue of FLAUNT magazine that has a picture of Christian (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iamdownsyndrome) in the paparazzi section.
Across from me there is a man who is killing me.
I can not concentrate on my book.
First off he is deep breathing through his nostrils. It sounds like he is snoring, except he is fully awake. Now when I am trying to concentrate, repetitive sounds like his breathing, or pencil tapping, completely get under my skin.
Second, he has taken his shoes and socks off, and every who knows me knows that I am sensitive when it comes to feet. Usually I can just ignore them, but this gentleman is PLAYING with his feet.
Putting his fingers between his grubby toes, rubbing, and picking his feet. I almost vomited right there on my novel (which I read from start to finish).
He keeps touching things. His book, the magazines, his mouth.
Now don't get me wrong, although dirty he has nice feet. But for some reason I can't get over the fact that he is touching them in public.
Besides all his actions being extremely annoying and distracting, he keeps reminding me how weird I am, and that is the most distracting and annoying thing of all.
I'm sitting here at Barnes and Nobles, quietly reading a book after trying to find the latest issue of FLAUNT magazine that has a picture of Christian (
iamdownsyndrome) in the paparazzi section. Across from me there is a man who is killing me.
I can not concentrate on my book.
First off he is deep breathing through his nostrils. It sounds like he is snoring, except he is fully awake. Now when I am trying to concentrate, repetitive sounds like his breathing, or pencil tapping, completely get under my skin.
Second, he has taken his shoes and socks off, and every who knows me knows that I am sensitive when it comes to feet. Usually I can just ignore them, but this gentleman is PLAYING with his feet.
Putting his fingers between his grubby toes, rubbing, and picking his feet. I almost vomited right there on my novel (which I read from start to finish).
He keeps touching things. His book, the magazines, his mouth.
Now don't get me wrong, although dirty he has nice feet. But for some reason I can't get over the fact that he is touching them in public.
Besides all his actions being extremely annoying and distracting, he keeps reminding me how weird I am, and that is the most distracting and annoying thing of all.
