Warning: this post may contain high levels of irony, sarcasm and anger against the world. If you are a happy laid-back person, you will not feel identified with it and may even find it offensive.
If you ARE one of these talkers, feel free to be offended. That’s the aim =)
I probably shouldn’t be writing this right now because, although I’m already an easily irritable person, I might be at my peak now. But anyway, my rage serves as my inspiration, my disgusting muse. Equally awful is the subject of my topic: the talker.
As teachers, we may easily focus on the talkers within our classroom – we probably have as much material as to write a book about it. They are annoying, yes; they disturb the peace we so eagerly try to find in our teaching atmosphere, yes; they spoil each and every wonderful activity we’ve so thoroughly planned, yes. And yet, to me, they are not the source of my anger. They are not even close to it.
There are two types of talkers that really get on my nerves. One of those is the cinema talker. The person who disturbs the peace and quiet of the whole theatre and can even make you miss some lines of the film. I’ve always wondered what the purpose of this hateful ritual is, but I don’t think there’s a proper answer to that. The reason is probably plain stupidity.
But the worst talker in the entire world is the concert talker, who is actually talker-singer. Where did these people come from? What kind of mind is able to believe that I pay money to listen to him/her singing while the real singer is doing so? This is frankly beyond my understanding. Even if they sing well, I want to listen to the artist on stage! Is that hard to understand?
