Jules participated in this Girl Talk Thursday thing and in the interest of actively blogging and getting some venting on (because who doesn’t love venting?), I have decided to take part.
The topic this week? Pet peeves. Pet peeves! I have so many of these! Here’s the first couple that come to mind:
Nervous laughter. There are people in the world who cannot stand silence on some psychological level and they cope by laughing. Softly. To themselves. It’s creepy, particularly if you’re alone with them and their chuckling.
Errant punctuation. If you’ve made it to the second grade you have been taught at least the basics of the English language. So why is it that there are entire blogs dedicated to things like apostrophe abuse and unnecessary quotation marks?
Chain emails. No, forwarding that email to your entire contact list will not cause the name of your crush to appear to you in the next piece of toast you put in your toaster, nor will it win you the next lottery, get rid of your plantar wart problem, make your hair stop frizzing in the rain, or anything else you wish would happen without any effort on your part. Step away from the forward button. Step away.
Public restroom sinks. Why is it that people can wash their hands at home without getting water absolutely everywhere, but the second they go to a restaurant or a sporting event, they can’t seem to do it without leaving Lake Erie in their wake?
Doing something after being asked to stop. I am ridiculously ticklish. However, there’s something about people that, when they find out about this ticklishness, compels them to reach out and tickle me. 99% of the time I will then say, “dude, don’t tickle me.” It is not fun. I do not like it. When I say “stop tickling me,” I don’t mean “stop tickling me and wait until I’m not paying attention and tickle me again.” Stop means stop means stop.
Getting personally offended based on someone’s opinion of a book or movie. If you think that my dislike of Twilight or Dollhouse has absolutely any bearing on my opinion of you as a person, then there’s a pretty big problem there and it isn’t mine.
“You’re Finnish? Do you know Aija-Marjatta Väinämöinen?” Look. I get that Finland’s a small country and all, and the fact that I’m a Finn means I am part of a fairly small handful of the world’s population. But Finland still has five and a half million people in it, not to even get into all the expats living here in the States. There’s no way.
Slowing down in traffic before you get to the turn lane. IT’S THERE FOR YOU TO SLOW DOWN IN. DO IT THERE.
People who park it in the crosswalk. I’m a pedestrian in downtown Atlanta. There are many of us in the areas I frequent, because it’s right around my college campus. Just about every single day, I have to play Frogger with my own life because of all the people who don’t understand that the white-painted stripey thing that crosses the street there is for me to walk in safely without being in the intersection where the other cars are crossing.
I think that’s enough of those, though I could go on for ages. Join in the fun at Girl Talk Thursday!
I’m trying hard to contain my laughter over the public restrooms! Even doctors that wash up to their elbows don’t toss that much water about!!! Good call on that one.
The tickling thing? Yeah. That just outright pisses me off. And my body’s reaction to tickling is to SMACK. My arms literally flail about as if independent from my body. And I am FINE WITH THAT.
let’s put a collective stop to chain emails. Especially the ones that begin by saying something like, “I don’t normally do this sort of thing, but…”
Chain e-mails…. grrrrrrr. I have two friends and a mother-in-;aw who sends those effin’ things out ALL.THE.TIME. I (usually) resist the urge to send some snippy little e-mail suggesting that sold everything I had to play the lottery because I soooooooo believed that e-mail would work!
Oooh, I absolutely hear you on the unnecessary quotes! the sinks have always been a mystery for me too: why on earth is there always liquid hand soap puddled everywhere?
A. Love the title!
B. I too abhor Twilight.
oh man, the sinks! seriously… janitors at sporting arenas carry SQUEEGEES for that exact purpose. excessive!
and i actually just finished reading the entire series of twilight. and it pretty much sucked, so right there with you.