Some people, like these two guys I work with, just love to talk. Live to talk. I’m not judging, its just their nature to squawk your ear off, typically about nothing of real substance. And while I can find it irritating, of course, as I’m certainly of a more introverted nature, nothing is more agonizing than being around two talkers in a heated argument with one another.
Like feeling the angry vibes rising to a fever pitch isn’t bad enough, now I have to bear your incessant mouth noises competing with each other on top of it.
My kingdom of shit for some fucking earplugs.
Chronicles of a Madman. 