I like studying in Starbucks because the people noise and the music drown out the clutter in my head. I am not referring to voices here, but rather the detritus that blows about my attention-challenged mind like garbage on an abandoned beach. The urgent need to silence the distractions present in my own mind (mostly worries, flashes of insight about other people, fleeting thoughts of things I need to do for another class, or food cravings) outshines any constructive political need to avoid Starbucks/national chains/being out of my living space so long that my suitemates forget I exist.
And so I sit here, bemoaning the terrible music and cringing when certain people walk in and insist on harassing me. The devil you know...
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