Pet-peeves, personal vexations, bete noires – we all have them, some of us more than others and I can admit that. I am very set in my ways, I am also very polite so people who annoy the shit out of me may never know until one day I am at the bursting point but that could take years. Instead of having said outburst, I will just sit here and methodically type out all of the things that really annoy the piss out of me. PSA to all of the annoying people in my life, aren’t you lucky I have a blog.
It doesn’t just bother me, it makes me angry. I don’t even like listening to myself chew, I don’t want to hear others chewing – what is that about? Also, people who aggressively scrape their spoons on the sides of their food containers – usually yogurt. Do you really need that last residual bit of yogurt?!
If we are in a crowded restroom then sure, who cares? If we are in a near vacant restroom with 50 stalls and it’s just you and me – go pee by your-damn-self. I don’t know if this is an American thing but it happens to me all of the time and it is irritating. Also, don’t speak to me in the restroom, chatty ass women.
Am I a Boy Scout – do you see a compass? Also, busting out all of the obscure landmarks that only people who have lived in a place for 50 years would know (literally all Minnesotans over a certain age) is not helpful either.
I don’t think that I need to elaborate, just don’t do it.
How do I put this? Nobody wants to listen to your shitty music but you and the people in your car. Even if it is good music, put your windows up – I am going to start fighting people at stop lights this summer.
Sound. It. Out.
This is an almost daily battle for me because #babyboomers and it is wrong. Incorrect. A gross error. The period signifies the end of a sentence not the added space that shouldn’t be there, it isn’t up for debate unless you are using one of these:
Yes kids, that is a typewriter and as proof that it sits on my desk and is sometimes used, I am including my wet boot sign. Why do I have to be backwards compatible yet others can be so resistant to little things like not double spacing after a period?
Again, #babyboomers and saying this doesn’t make me any more or less allergic to the things that I am allergic to, it is just such an ignorant statement. People didn’t have polio when I was a kid so suck it, Sharon. Also, polio is no joke and I am only using hyperbole to illustrate how asinine that statement is.
Do you? Translation; I’m a self-absorbed asshole with no regard for whether or not you mind and am going to do whatever the fuck I want to anyway.
You don’t need to be glued to CNN all day but some knowledge of what is happening outside of your postage stamp of a parameter is a good idea. Life exists outside of the suburbs, shocking, I know. I just feel that if you have no idea what is going on in the world, then you have no idea of what impact you can have on it and that’s sad.
The quickest and surest way to ensure me not giving a shit is starting a sentence with: It’s kind of a pet-peeve of mine… There are 7-billion people on this Earth, our personal comfort is equally insignificant. And this is precisely the reason that I keep my pet-peeves to myself 😛
What are you pet-peeves – do we have any in common?
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