The people in the office next to mine are playing loud music. I know that it is loud because in spite of the wall separating their office from mine I can almost understand the words and that is the problem.
It is coming through garbled and distorted. It is similar to being forced to listen to the bass from the SUV that is located four cars away from you.
I love music, but this distortion is just noise. It doesn’t have a rhythm or a beat. And although I am trying to ignore it I am finding it to be impossible. I am locked in on it, my radar has it and refuses to let go.
And so I am growing more agitated and irritable. Jack is going mad. Don’t be surprised when you see me go running down the street laughing maniacally arms waving frantically. It is just me.