The Energy

Of all the people visiting the coffee shop, one regular routinely negatively affects me. Her close proximity feels like angry energy brushing up against me. She fractures my concentration in multiple ways.

I can notice and rationalize many concrete reasons for this – her smell, her noise, she talks on her cell phone while sitting at the table (which irrationally irks me) – but I’ve sincerely concluded that her energy disturbs my energy, and not in a pleasant way. Whenever she’s at the next table, I feel forced to cut my writing short and leave. It doesn’t happen often, but today is such a day.