/lit/ - Literature

>reading book during lunch break outside on a nice day
>co-workers walk past and incessantly interrupt my reading to ask what I'm reading (which I'm now not)
>"blah blah blah" title of an obviously non-fiction book
>they immediately assert that they like a certain genre of fiction
>I don't give a shit because that's not what I'm trying to read right now and our differences in preferences could really matter less
>what I'm reading is not fucking important to you people, it is not interesting, you clearly do not jive with my preferences anyway
>stopped reading at work
>still haven't finished the fucking book
And not to be totally autistic, but this first-name-basis "Good morning, Anon" shit could really just fucking stop. If I'm in the middle of my work with my earbud in, why is that, combined with my usually-disappointing response, not enough to get people to check themselves before executing polite_dogooder.exe on me every fucking time they walk past me? Do you know how much of my concentration is fucking broken by this, motherfuckers? I love to talk with you people but only on purpose while I'm not busy, christ alfucking mighty.