Underneath my yellow skin

Pet Peeves and Minor Grievances

back away now.
Do not test me.

I’m still sick and tired, though I think I’m on the mend. I can tell because I’m grumpier than usual, which is the hallmark of me recovering. I’m at my grumpiest when I’m around eighty percent recovered in part because I’m so fucking tired of being sick. It’s also because my sleep starts getting jacked again, which sucks. I hate that I only get decent sleep when I’m sick, and it gets worse as I get better. I’m also fighting off a relapse, which is no fun at all.

When I’m out and about in this state, I have no patience at all for other people. Not that I have much in the first place, but my filters are not as firmly in place, and I have to work harder not to let the frustration show on my face.

I decided to give into my mood and list all my pet peeves and minor irritations/grievances. Most of them are not really worth talking about, but because this is my blog, I’m going to talk about them ad nauseam. It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to. I want to reiterate that I know most of these aren’t a big deal, but they still bug the shit out of me. Yeah, taiji has made me less irritated in general, but there’s still plenty frothing under my skin.

  1. Blocking the aisle in the grocery store. This one enrages me beyond what’s reasonable, but it’s because it’s so needless. How hard is it to see someone standing next to you or behind you and realize they want to get by? I’m someone who’s constantly scanning the environment around her so it’s almost unfathomable to me to not be aware I’m impeding someone’s movement.
  2. Tailgating. This is a bigger deal, and it causes me to clench my teeth every time. It seems to happen more and more often lately, and I think it’s because of texting and forgetting that cars are lethal weapons and not just mobile homes. Also, I attribute the horrible driving in Minnesota as a way to blow off steam from having to be Minnesota Nice in real life. It’s the anonymity, much like trolling online.I try to keep at least three or four car-lengths between me and the car in front of me, but most people don’t bother. I get really antsy when someone behind me is less than a car length behind (especially since my car accident), and I’ve found much to my amusement that if I hard stare in my rearview mirror (even while wearing sunglasses), the person will back off nine out of ten times. The charitable part of me says that they’re just distracted and my staring at them reminds them to follow proper road rules. The nasty part of me wants to just scream at them for being dickheads.

  1. The phone ringing. I still have a landline, mostly because of inertia. It doesn’t ring often, but when it does,
    I want to rip the cord out of the wall. EMAIL ME LIKE A CIVILIZED PERSON. It doesn’t help that most of the calls are telemarketers or political robo-calls. I’ve solved the problem by screening my calls, but I still cringe when I hear the phone ring.
  2. Losing the double space after a period. This used to be the norm (double space), but then when things became computerized, there was a heavy bias against the double space because it just wasn’t necessary. I resisted for a while because I really like the double space and because I was so used to it. I begrudgingly gave in, then it turned out years later it wasn’t necessary. Too late. I’m used to one space by now (and it seems ludicrous to change back), but I’ll always be a double space after a period gal at heart.
  3. Heat. I hate hot weather. Anything more than seventy degrees, and I am not a happy camper. More to the point, though (and what it makes it fit better for this post) is that I’m tired of people assuming that everyone likes hot weather, especially in Minnesota. I’ve gotten over it, mostly, and I’m now likely to just nod and smile when others bitch about the cold and snow (with non-friends, I mean) because it’s just easier that way.
  4. An itch in the exact part of my back that I can’t reach. ‘Nuff said.
  5. Shadow meowing incessantly in my face when I wake up/Shadow walking down my body at the precise moment I’m falling asleep. It’s been a weird year since Raven has died. Shadow, his littermate, has incorporated some of his traits, including mouthing off when he thinks it’s time to get fed. That was Raven’s job while he was alive, and I think Shadow feels like he has to cat up and do it himself to make sure he gets fed. It’s annoying, but also sad in a way.
  6. The vocal minority of the Souls community who are useless to noobs asking questions. ‘Git gud, scrub!’ ‘This boss is easy.’ ‘I did it naked.’ ‘You have to tank it up’ (when asked for advice on how, say a dex build should fight a boss). ‘I did it first try.’ None of these are helpful, and most of the time, the commenter is basically bragging on himself. Much of the community is lovely, but that vocal minority can DIAF.
  7. Discovering that something is giving me the runs and not knowing what it is. This is a bigger annoyance, but I decided to mention it, anyway. I’ve already eliminated gluten and dairy, but I’m finding other things are irritating my bowels as well.
  8. Fingernails and toenails. I hate that I have to cut them more than once in my life. Yes, I know this is the epitome of petty, but it’s so annoying. It’s also a symbol of my depression because even though it’s a simple thing, I often can’t get up the will and energy to actually do it.
  9. People who comment on a post only to say ‘this’ or something similar. If you agree with someone, at least expound a bit on why you agree. Otherwise, who cares?
  10. Terrible websites, including but not limited to bad photos for restaurants, weird fonts (including changing font size and/or colors several times on one page), bad writing/editing, and trailing cursors. Leave the last one in the early aughts where it belongs.
  11. A subset of 12, but if you are a business or service organization that want people to actually visit you/call you, PUT YOUR GODDAMN ADDRESS AND PHONE NUMBER ON THE FRONT GODDAMN PAGE. Related for restaurants: Put your hours in a visible spot on the front page.

That’s all off the top of my head. I realize that some are more important than others, but I wanted to get them off my chest.

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