Pet Peeves
I have had to really evaluate what is important in my life. The things and people that I am willing to tolerate within reason. I have compared my life (yes, compared) to those around me and everyone I know is reasonably happy with the way things are going with them. I am the only person that has griped over the past year and a half about my employment situation and the state of my love/sex life. I am taking time to write down those things that are just on my I-can't-stand list. I know that there will be many times during my life when I just will just have to grin and bear this kind of treatment but for now I am content placing it on my list.
My peeves:
- People who insist on spitting in public. The kind of people who snort snot to the back of their throats, hack and spit onto the sidewalk or out of their car windows.
- Really fat people who stuff themselves with junk food and claim three minutes later that they have not eaten all day.
- The sound of someone (other than myself) urinating.
- The babble of restless children on the bus at 8:30am or 6:30pm.
- People who use the bathroom with the door open! Yecch
- People who don't say Goodbye at the end of a telephone conversation, but just hang up.
- Finding no ice in the ice tray after coming home from a long day at work.
- The smell of steamed broccoli.
- Being unable to find a good man in my neighbor hood. Then again the standards of what a good man is in my neck of the woods is far off my standard.
- Watching someone pick their nose (I mean really dig for treasure) and touch something that everyone else must handle and have to hold my tongue...how do you confront someone so nasty???
- Denying myself the right to obey my urges to bitch slap the people to piss me off during the day.
- Walking through the cloud of cigarette smoke that always surrounds the entrance to any office building.
- Dealing with people who ask you to purchase things for them but never offer a repayment plan!

1 Comments:
Well said! Love the digging for treasure one. So true.
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