Clearly, the next logical choice

As I have said a few times before, I am always hesitant to speak about anyone at work. Well, unless they have been warned. Then it's perfectly fine. This person has not been warned and I don't even care. I have to tell someone.

There is a woman who sits near me that I may or may not despise. Everything about her may or may not irritate, annoy, or disgust me.

She walked in yesterday morning and sat at her desk. I never acknowledge her or look her way. I pretty much act like she doesn't exist. Next thing I hear is, "Your hair looks different. Is that a wig?"

I look over and this woman that I do not think could possibly do anything else to make me like her less is sporting a wig! She then goes on to say this...

Oh, yeah. I don't like hats. I have never liked hats. So, when the weather gets colder I like to keep warm with different wigs. They keep my head really warm.

I would like to point out that I have nothing against wigs, normally. The one she wore was not even cute. It looked as greasy as her real hair and reminded me of a dead squirrel. So, I guess it's cute if you like to see people with dead, greasy animals on their heads.

I definitely did not need to hear that

The people that I work with that have no sense of professionalism or secrecy when it comes to what they reveal about themselves during their workday.
There is one woman here, I swear to God, that has done or been involved with more messed up things than anyone I know. And I know some messed up people. It's fine. I am not judging her. But, the thing is, I am not her friend. I am barely an acquaintance and I know EVERYTHING about her.
There is also a group of people that sit behind me that "share" with each other throughout the day. I sit in awe, while pretending to listen to my iPod, listening to every word they say. Do they not see these conversations better fit for happy hour? Maybe they could dish their dirt at Starbucks one evening? Am I asking too much? I should say I used to just pretend to listen to my iPod. Now, I really do. I don't care what happened to them when they were little. I don't want to hear about how awesome it was when they cheated on their husband.
The only thing anyone knows about me here is that I am married and I actually like my husband. I do fun things with my weekends. We have been working on our house. That's it, and that's all they will ever know.
Every night when I leave this place, I think, wow-my life rocks. Everyone has their stories, their past, but my coworkers are some seriously F-ed up people.