Click

Click, click, click. Seriously? It's like a clock counting down to my sanity. Every time that pen snaps back, I feel my patience twitch. Why can't people just leave their pens alone? The noise cuts through the silence in the most annoying way.

I'm trying to focus on my work, poring over documents that demand my full attention, but that relentless clicking is like a mosquito buzzing by my ear-impossible to ignore. I swear, every click is louder than the last, amplifying my frustration and making it feel like my brain is slowly unraveling. I glance over, hoping the person might catch my annoyed look, but they're totally oblivious, just clicking away like it's the most normal thing in the world.

It gets faster and faster, and my patience gets lower and lower. I. Can't. Take. It. Any. More.

Just as I feel my patience reaching its breaking point, the sound suddenly stops. A sense of relief washes over me. In that moment, 1 realize that maybe they're not so different from me caught up in their own world, trying to navigate the complexities of their thoughts. Perhaps I've been too quick to judge, too wrapped up in my irritation to appreciate that everyone has their own battles to fight. It's not about changing the world around us, but embracing it, pen clicks and all.