I like to think of myself as a reasonably good person. Which may or may not be entirely accurate, but you know what, I really, really try.
Some days, albeit, a lot harder than others, but either way I do my best.
I have discovered, just lately though, that I am far less patient that I had hoped, and not quite as tolerant as I would have thought. I get annoyed rather easily, and not just with other people. Oh no. If that was the case, I could probably move on quite happily from my annoyance and just blame it on everyone else’s complete stupidity, but not me. No rather, I get annoyed in the first place, then realise it wasn’t really worth the overreaction I gave it, so get mightily cranky with myself, for being ticked off in the first place. It’s a ridiculous cycle really.
I mean, at some point, you would think I would just learn to take my grumpy boots off, but it doesn’t quite work that way.
No not when there are life or death issues at stake. Like the following:
Annoyance No 1.
People who talk during TV shows, and ask constant questions. “Whose that?” “What happened?” “Why did you do that for?”
Seriously? Have you never considered that just watching the show/movie might actually give you the answer to the question without having to bother everyone else?
Consequent Annoyance No 1.
Jess are you really that petty? It is, after all, just a TV show, and not everyone knows that Mc Steamy was killed after a plane crash, or that Izzy survived cancer, but then left Alex, or that Mc Dreamy and Meredith just had a baby.
Not everyone is as lame as you.
Annoyance No 2.
People who don’t move away from customer counter areas in what I consider a reasonable amount of time. Or people who don’t answer questions when spoken to by a sales assistant.
It’s not hard really. Be ready to pay, at the counter, and then move away from the area as quickly as possible so that other people can be served. Similarly, if you would like a receipt, please answer yes to the question “would you like a receipt?” as opposed to just saying nothing, and then staring at me blankly when I don’t give you one. The same goes for bags or any extra products.
Consequent Annoyance No 2.
Seriously Jess? Can you just not have some more patience? It’s about 3 extra seconds of your life!
And as for not answering, yeah it may seem rude, but you don’t know what kind of day those people have had, and if they have just zoned out ready get home and relax. It’s ok to give them some grace, you know, that thing you’re always rabbiting on about.
Oh, and that other guy, he’s deaf for goodness sake!
Annoyance N0 3.
The need for lunch.
Why? It really bothers me, that I get hungry at this time of day and need to think of something to eat that is nutritional, and tasty but not a lot of work. It’s all very complicated.
Subsequent Annoyance No 3.
Can you say ‘first world problem?’
Annoyance No 4.
My cat keeps weeing on everything. We’ve already lost a couch to his bladder demands, and now he has is eye set on my flower bean bag and this makes me very very cranky!
Subsequent Annoyance No 4.
There is no subsequent annoyance. The cat is weeing everywhere! That’s annoying enough in itself!
Annoyance No 5.
Facebook playing silly buggers. I can’t tell you how many days Boatman asks me if I saw so and so status, and I say no, because FB decided I was not privvy to that information. (And once because someone had unfriended me. ;)) Even when I ask it to show me the most recent stuff, it still brings up the archives (by which I mean posts from about 12 hours ago), and a whole bunch of ads.
Perhaps even more frustrating, is that because I decided a couple of weeks ago, that I wasn’t going to be as present on my blog page, now it’s severely limited the amount of people it will let see my stuff. Which really hurts my feelings, cause obviously my stuff is so awesome 🙂
And this was kind of the icing on the cake.
Subsequent Annoyance No 5.
It’s just Facebook. It’s not going to change the world if people don’t get the link to the random post about how you are annoyed by everything including yourself. Take a chill pill.
Writers block. Nothing worse than having the need to write, but being bogged down in all your words, because of some random comments made by people who don’t know you anyway.
Subsequent Bonus Annoyance.
Not every piece of writing has to change the world. Sometimes it just has to change you. Stop caring what other people think; they don’t matter.
Do you ever get annoyed at your own annoyances?