No one, and I mean NO ONE, interrupts me when I am jamming out to Macy Gray. You want to sit next to me on the bus, but need me to move my bag? Cool, you can sit there…just don’t talk to me. You broke your leg and I’m your emergency contact? It’s the 21st century, text me. You’re Steve Jobs and are trying to do some weird, voodoo stuff to my phone from beyond the grave? Cast a spell or move my chair around late at night like a normal ghost. You do not need to make my phone die. I do NOT need that bad ju-ju in my life.