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Dear Guy Eating Chips,

Sure. Have a coffee, a sandwich, a pop-tart, I don’t care, but Sun Chips? I don’t think you could have found anything worse to eat in a library, and it definitely doesn’t help that you chew like a fucking wood chipper. What flavor are they? I’d be pretty stoked if you just downed an entire bag of Sour Cream & Poison. I’m not sure exactly what Sun Chips bags are made of, but it’s no secret that they’re louder than an EDM concert. Plus, the chips themselves are fucking noisy. Don’t eat that shit in the library.


Dear Couple in the Corner,

It’s cute that you want to help each other study, but this isn’t the place to be sucking face. Most people are here to study or read a fucking book (a fucking book not a fucking-book. Put down The Kama Sutra). Not only that, but if you’re going to start yelling “Who the fuck is Kristen?” at your boyfriend whenever his phone goes off, try doing it at home or in the KFC bathroom where he got you pregnant. That way you won’t disturb others, and I’m sure the fact that you scream at him in public is probably one of the reasons he’s cheating on you in the first place. While you’re fighting though, could you tell your asshole of a boyfriend to put his phone on silent? Thanks. Speaking of which…


 

Dear Guy with the iPhone,

Not only do you have your phone on loud, but you actually have the “click” noise turned on for texting. Only douchebags have that sound on. We get it man, you have an iPhone. Congratulations, now put it on silent. Yes, silent. Not vibrate. I don’t appreciate the table subtly shaking every forty-five seconds because you’ve got some conversation important enough to interrupt your studies, but not so important that you’d actually leave. Honesty, why do you keep putting it back down? You might as well just keep the fucking thing in your hand. I asked somebody to watch my computer while I “went to the washroom” just so I could do a walk-by and see how much work you’ve done tonight. All that was on your screen was this.

Click to finish: Open Letter to the Most Annoying People Studying in the Library

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An Open Letter to People Who Write Open Letters on the Internet 
Dear People Who Write Open Letters on the Internet,Stop. Shut up. You aren’t charming and I hate you.Let’s start with the obvious. Most people will agree that the most annoying thing about your open letters is the gall of your presumption that everyone reading is automatically in total agreement with you. Like just because they stumbled upon something you wrote on a website, they’re gonna back up your obnoxious opinions! It’s ridiculous, right?And let’s not forget the sheer audacity of expecting that people looove your glorious prose so much that they’d be honored to read something you write that isn’t even directed at them. I bet you use really poetic language too. Yes, we’re all clamoring for the chance to push our metaphorical glass against the wall of your mind to listen in on the glistening brain nuggets you dole out into our outstretched beggar’s hands. Pathetic.
Oh, and that’s another thing- you always act like you’re just remembering additional complaints in the middle of your letter, instead of carefully planning when to deploy them. REALBELIEVABLE.Which reminds me, that’s another thing that’s terrible about open letters: something about the form seems to invite you, the author, to just toss around caps lock willy-nilly as if the reader is already sympathetic to whatever stupidly emotional thing you’re feeling in the moment. I hate it! FUCK CAPS LOCK!! 
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An Open Letter to People Who Write Open Letters on the Internet 

Dear People Who Write Open Letters on the Internet,

Stop. Shut up. You aren’t charming and I hate you.

Let’s start with the obvious. Most people will agree that the most annoying thing about your open letters is the gall of your presumption that everyone reading is automatically in total agreement with you. Like just because they stumbled upon something you wrote on a website, they’re gonna back up your obnoxious opinions! It’s ridiculous, right?

And let’s not forget the sheer audacity of expecting that people looove your glorious prose so much that they’d be honored to read something you write that isn’t even directed at them. I bet you use really poetic language too. Yes, we’re all clamoring for the chance to push our metaphorical glass against the wall of your mind to listen in on the glistening brain nuggets you dole out into our outstretched beggar’s hands. Pathetic.

Oh, and that’s another thing- you always act like you’re just remembering additional complaints in the middle of your letter, instead of carefully planning when to deploy them. REALBELIEVABLE.

Which reminds me, that’s another thing that’s terrible about open letters: something about the form seems to invite you, the author, to just toss around caps lock willy-nilly as if the reader is already sympathetic to whatever stupidly emotional thing you’re feeling in the moment. I hate it! FUCK CAPS LOCK!! 

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