Extreme Peevishness
I've been terribly irritable this week, for some good reasons, for some poor reasons. Eric, bless him, can attest to my peevishness, because, despite it, he has indulged me a lengthy email correspondences. In an attempt cleanse my mind, here is a list of Small Things That Irritate Me in Big Ways.
1. When CDs/DVDs are not placed back in the jewel case after use. Dude. Not only does it look messy, but it's inviting a scratch. Not cool.
2. The lovely silk scarf I'm attempting to wear will not stay wrapped around my head.
3. People who drive too close behind me, especially in SUVs.
4. Too many uncoordinated bright colors in one place.
5. Clutter.
6. Cross-conversations. Noise clutter.
7. You know how everyone else is trying to get something done and the lazy person stands there, then stands there and asks questions, and then finally attempts to do something and messes it up? That.
8. Being stared at by clinic observers when I'm TRYING to do shiatsu.
9. Being told what to do. (For example, wearing a goddamn name tag during clinic.)
10. Being told when to do it.
11. The kitten chews up photographs. (Any other time, I might find this cute.)
12. Humidity. Extreme fucking humidity.
13. Excessive, unwarranted sympathy. For example.
[me, offhandedly] Wow, traffic was bad.
[someone, sincerely] Oh, that's no good! I'm really sorry! Awwwww. Maybe it will be better on the way home? That's just the worst! I'm SO sorry!
posted by kStyle @ 12:05 PM
7 Comments:
I can sympathize in particular with #7 today, and with #12 and #13.
(I cannot sympathize with #11, as I too eat photographs. Their vaguely chemical aftertaste is mitigated by their surprisingly high vitamin content.)
To kStyle's list I would add three items of my own:
13. Someone's rewriting something I've written and making it provably worse.
14. Finding that the person who used the dryer before you did not clean out the lint screen.
15. A job applicant's misspelling "qualifications." I mean, really.
Those are awful. I HATE the dryer lint thing.
Here's another one:
When one person takes too fucking long to do her part of the group activity, week after week, and so everyone else has to go home late, week after week, because she cannot keep to the time alotted.
And another, which your comment brought to vivid recollection:
I hate it when I lose the sixth grade spelling bee on the word "allotment," having spelled it "alotment," and lose to a kid named Bruce, no less, even though Bruce doesn't even care about spelling and goes on to become a biochemist or something like that. And so for the rest of my life I can't use or hear the word "allotment" or any form or derivation thereof, without feeling queasy and self-loathing.
I hate when that happens.
Me, too. That Bruce. ARGH.
Oh, Eric wasn't kidding about the photos. Sorry, Ann. ;)
Damn that deodorant! I imagine Q-Tips could be useful in applying it, however.
For the record: yes I was kidding about the photograph diet (go Ann!), and no I was not kidding about the spelling bee. That did happen. My scars are real.
Hey, I just noticed something, in her first comment here, kStyle misspelled "alotted"!
(See? Lots of smart people misspell that word.)
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