EVERYONE HAS AT LEAST ONE
Pet peeves test our resilience, make us question the meaning of life, and drive us all up the wall, regardless of our ‘whoosa’s ’and‘ ohm’s’.
What follows is a break-down of some ‘things we love to hate’.
Chew, chew, gulp, swish, slurp, chew.
The guy at the table next to you is enjoying his food immensely.
You’ve lost your appetite.
Facebook post: “I am done with dishonest people”, or “Heartbroken right now”.
Comment: “What happened?”
Reply: “Doesn’t matter.”
Well, obviously it matters. Tell us, or keep your drama to yourself.
You know them: People who see someone they know, then stop to say hello and catch-up.
In the middle of a crowded path / hallway / aisle. Don’t mind me. I’ll just stand here and wait for you to finish your conversation.
These are people who will see you sitting by yourself, reading a book (doing exactly what you want to be doing).
They will take this as a sign that you desperately need conversation and they will save you from your loneliness, ruining the paragraph you were reading.
But, hey. You’ve made a new friend.