Yep, I’m fully aware that I did not post on the blog last week. Yep, I view that as a personal failure. Yep, I’m sure absolutely no one but me noticed. But if you did and were annoyed, let’s delve into the world of annoyances.
The world of pet peeves.
Let me be upfront. Some of my pet peeves are my problem. They serve to show that I am not always a sparkling, perfect ray of sunshine. If I could let go of things, I would be happier and fewer people would be flipped off.
Four-way stops – The way these are supposed to work is that the first person to the stop sign goes. You reach and stop at the sign 2 seconds after someone else; they go first. Simple. If you arrive at the same time as someone else, the person to the right goes. Simple.
What gets my goat is when it is my turn to go and someone else gives me the “you go right ahead” wave. It’s an unnecessary wave. I know it’s my turn. You don’t have to tell me. I’ve been told that these people are just being nice. They think they’re being nice because they’re letting me go. It’s my turn; I don’t need permission. They think they’re being nice because they’re letting me go ahead of them. Not the case. This is totally a pet peeve I need to get over.
Lack of spatial awareness – I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve almost walked into someone on a city sidewalk because they stop abruptly without checking their surroundings. Sometimes they start to text. Sometimes I’m pretty sure they’re catching a Pokemon.
Yesterday, not only did a woman stop in front of me so she could passionately make a point in a conversation, but as I started to cut around her, her passionate expression involved waving her arms. Her friend did tell her to watch out, but passionate a-hole didn’t pause in her conversation or gesticulation. Look around, people!
Closely related to the above is manspreading. Boys, I am fairly certain that your balls are not so big as to require that you sit with your knees 3 feet apart. If that does apply to you, please see your doctor.
Do not force your knees, upper thighs, and outturned feet (always the outturned feet!) into my space. I’m short so it looks like I don’t need that much space, but I don’t want to have to press my legs together into a pretzel to allow your balls to breathe. Seriously, stop. This is not just a public transportation issue. It happens everywhere chairs are too closely spaced or there’s bench seating.
Okay, I don’t know if I feel any better. In fact, I may have made myself angry by reliving these peeves. I’m going to take some deep breaths and have a cup of tea.
What are your pet peeves? Are they things you could/should just get over like my 4-way stop issue? Or do they stoke the fires of revenge and retribution inside you?