12 Pet Peeves

Wikipedia’s description of a pet peeve is:  A pet peeve or pet hate is a minor annoyance that an individual identifies as particularly annoying to himself, to a greater degree than others may find.

  We’ve all got them, some more than others.  Those annoying little habits or actions that absolutely make us want to tear our hair out.  They make our blood pressure rise and our heart rhythm falter.

A friend described a few of his to me tonight.  I told him I was having trouble deciding on what to write for my blog.   It didn’t hit me until about 15 minutes later…hey!  I can jot down some of my pet peeves!  (Thank you for being my inspiration tonight, Chuck). You may even share some of these.

  • Drivers who drive way too close to my bumper.  This does not make me drive faster.  It does, in fact, make me drive slower.  It’s a bit of passive aggressiveness in me.
  • People who have no respect for my work space at work.  If it’s not yours, don’t touch it.  If you do touch it, put it back the way you found it.  Wipe away all fingerprints or I will hunt you down like a hound after a fox.
  • People who stare at me in public places.  I do realize many cannot handle my size of awesomeness, but try to be polite.  It’s rude to stare.
  • Drivers who don’t turn on their turn signals before turning.  It’s both inconsiderate and unsafe.
  • Those little plastic bags in the produce section of the grocery store.  Am I the only one who can never get those things open?
  • Ordering a chicken sandwich and a Diet Coke at the drive thru and receiving a bacon cheeseburger, fries, and regular Coke instead.  Go ahead, try to kill the diabetic with carb overload.
  • Books and movies in which the family pet dies.  There is just no excuse for that.
  • People who make comments about what I’m eating at social functions, especially those who think they know everything about diabetes, but clearly do not.  I have a medical team to give me advice about my food, thank you very much.  And even if I didn’t, it’s none of your business.
  • Children who poke different parts of my anatomy with their finger.  I’m not a marshmallow or a bowl of Jell-O.
  • No toilet paper in a public restroom.  ‘Nuff said.
  • Facebook posts that say something like, “And you’ll never believe what he did next!”  They entice you to find out what he said, but when you click on the link, there are so many ads you can’t find the answer to what he said.
  • Drivers who pick their noses while driving.  You’re not invisible, we can see you.

Those are only some of my pet peeves.  I’m sure I will have more as we get closer to Christmas.  The holidays tend to magnify whatever quirks we may have.

What are your pet peeves?

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These are the ramblings of a woman determined to prove there is life after 50 for women who are unmarried, divorced, or widowed, and choose to live alone. This is my journey through life. It is filled with memories, dreams, hopes, disappointments, failures, and faith. Walk with me as I explore each day with questions and observations, remembrances and thoughts, all in a jot.