My Brain Might Cave In

Sitting in a room full of hormonal and immature teenage boys is like its own form of torture because half the time I understand them and the other half of the time I wish I didn't. 

They're talking about car mods and as much as I love cars they make it sound like such a ridiculous topic. I am an ELITE hater when it comes to boys and specifically boys my age too. I hate how monotone their voices are it makes it so impossible to focus because there is just this constant humming noise of chatter behind me and in my ear and it's like they're trying to slowly chip away at the few braincells I have collectively holding me together any time I'm in the same room as them. 

Seventy minutes. 70. That's how long I have to sit here and listen to the drawl on about the same thing over and over and over and they think they're so funny too. They make jokes about nothing with substance and there is absolutely no sense behind their humour whatsoever. It's honestly like that TikTok trend about 'Pretty Humour'. Minus the pretty. Don't get me wrong some of them are attractive I guess but even thinking that makes it feel like i'm boosting their egos or giving them some kind of leverage over me. 

I'm just writing here to waste time because I have another 9 or so minutes of dealing with this. I wish I had control over the sound that was let into my ears or at least what my brain processes. Selective hearing should be a thing, it's devastating that it isn't because if it was I would most definitely abuse the hell out of it.