Why is it that interrupting someone in a quiet moment, wilfully oblivious to their verbal and physical cues, is considered friendly, but rebuffing such an interruption is considered rude? Interrupting is objectively worse than not wanting to be interrupted. We only get one life. Wasting someone’s time is the subtlest form of murder. So why do we let this bizarre inversion dictate so many of our interactions?
Attention, men: don’t be a creepy dude who pesters women in coffee shops and on the subway | Lindy West | Comment is free | The Guardian (via brutereason)
This goes for me reading anywhere, too. Unless I am at an actual party, chances are you’re going to get a death glare for interrupting me.