Knowing that in our society, specifically North American, there is an increase and abundance of mental disorders and emotional fluctuations in our population, I find it interesting to reflect on pet peeves. These of course are things that bother you, and are not really a rational cause for extreme emotion, however, do cause in you something many others think nothing of. I know I have a few myself, but I wonder what they stem from, and if other cultures, like 3rd world countries suffer from them as well. I will name mine right off the bat; I hate when someone's shirt tag sticks out, and when I can see a strand of hair on someone's clothing. I know that my girlfriend has a pet peeve about people who don't walk on the right side when travelling in busy areas (stay to the right).
These things should not be causing anxiety, but the worst part about it is that you can rarely do something to address these issues, because you are a minority if you actually care that much. I can't help people with a problem they don't believe is a problem, and so I am left to suffer alone. Realistically we keep our mouths shut, only revealing these peeves to our friends who know us, because otherwise we may be seen as anal or crazy. I don't have much more to comment, other than on how my pet peeve is having pet peeves.
Don't you just hate it when people waste ammunition for celebration or warnings during a zombie apocolypse? I mean, I get that you have more, and that it makes you psychologically feel better, but geez, gets on my nerves...
If it makes you feel better I have a pet peeve about coughing. Sufficed to say "cold and flu" season makes me want to nail my hand to a wall.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with wasting ammo during a zombie apocalypse. Like at the end of Land of the Dead, when they fire off all their remaining fireworks on the way to Canada. Idiots. People not walking on the right is a valid annoyance; we're taught to do this in elementary school, it keeps things flowing.
ReplyDeleteAnd John: try not to go all Caligula on us sickies, won't you?