Pig Face and Loud Mouth

I clambered out of the pool today, mightily pleased with myself for having wheezed and labored through another 3/4s of a mile.  I sit in the hot tub for a few minutes before I start swimming, trying to loosen up balky muscles.  This also serves to make the first lap especially miserable, the warm water in the sauna a shocking contrast to the cold pool.  The payoff, after I'm done, is a nice, long 15 minute session back in the heat, drowsily meditating and congratulating myself on completing a modest session of exercise.

I peered into the sauna.  There sat two guys: one a big, loudmouthed man who doesn't know shit about anything, a fact that doesn't stop him from preaching to whomever he can hold hostage, and a bald, pig-faced guy whose politics offend me beyond all comprehension.  I left in place the ear plugs I wear while swimming and stepped into the warm water.  The jets in the pool make quite a racket so the these two men fairly scream at each other from opposing corners, unconcerned that their objectionable hectoring is easily overheard.  They're pissed about politics.  They're steamed.  They're hot under the collar.  They're getting fucking screwed by the government.

I just want to meditate for a couple of minutes, think pleasant thoughts, be grateful, be happy.  Instead, I get a torrent of vomit from pig-face and loud-mouth, two men who undoubtedly receive more perks and goodies from the government than your average bear.  I stuff the earplugs further into my ear-holes, jamming them in painfully deep.  I position one of my stork limbs over one of the water jets, hoping the vibrations set up by the water striking my leg help deaden the commentary.  I begun to hum loudly - I'm in the hot tub, humming a Christmas song at the top of my humming lungs, and I can still hear these idiots talking.  I probably look like an escaped mental patient.  I would edge away from someone with ear plugs in humming "Little Drummer Boy" in a hot tub.

Rum pumpum pum.

What is it about objectionable people that makes them so hard to ignore?  In meetings I can drift off into a side reverie at the drop of the hat unless the speaker is someone I detest, at which point I'm transfixed by what they say, I hang on every word, I'm dialed in.  And what exactly do I care about the politics of a couple of idiots that I don't even know?  Talk about spending emotional energy foolishly