Don't get me wrong. I like music. I really do. Most all music I find pleasurable. To a point. Sometimes? Sometimes you just want a little quiet. Sometimes you have a gut-wrenching-eyeball-projecting-brain-splitting headache and you really don't want to hear about the guy who lost the house, job, truck, wife, gun and dog… in that piercing screechy twangy way.
I regret the day my office mate moved his bookcase-sized stereo into our space. Turns it on. Then walks out. He is rarely IN this space, yet he deems me worthy to share his choices.
Earphones for me are not an option (I have to answer the phone).
My head hurts. Kill me now.