Dear Diary, WTF is Happening

Sarah McMahon
4 min readSep 4, 2023

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Dear Diary,

There is nothing I want more than to be left alone. Of course, that isn’t true. People need people and blah blah blah. What people don’t need though, is to hear other people talk all day, or to hear other people flush toilets, or to hear other people’s music. God made headphones for a reason. He also made noise canceling devices for a reason, too; because there are too many people living piled on top of one another and I’ll be damned if I have to hear another verbal altercation regarding some asinine thing that does not, in the name of all that is holy, matter.

Sometimes people bring Bluetooth speakers on hikes with them. Second to littering, blaring Jay-Z or Lizzo is the worst possible hiking behaviors. Once, I passed a hiker listening to what sounded like gongs. Another time, it was the one and only Joe Rogan, father of all podcasts and king of alien conspiracies. Once, the couple I passed was listening to an R-rated song by Cardi B, if you catch my drift. If I were a mountain dwelling squirrel, I would have aimed a pinecone or two directly at the carrier of aforementioned unnecessary speaker.

I think my job makes me especially tired of people, and not because most of the people I work with and for aren’t lovely, butterfly souls with breath that smells like cotton candy and the softest, softest hands. No, my job makes me tired of people because so many people say things that they don’t mean. One gentleman told me he was taking his event series “worldwide,” which is delusional at best seeing as he hadn’t even taken it city-wide at the time. Another claimed to have a “direct line” to Elon Musk, and another could not figure out how to login and instead of resetting his password, called me. My work phone is my cell phone, which would be annoying if anyone called me back. Luckily, they say they will and don’t.

It is a great comfort to learn that most everyone is full of shit.

It is a great comfort to learn that most everyone is full of shit. The people who are the most full of shit are the people who claim not to be. “I’m just a straight shooter,” they’ll say, before lying right to your face. “I’m honest but blunt,” they’ll say, before calling you an idiot and subscribing you via email to the…

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