Day 15: 3 pet peeves
Only three? (Sarcastic smile)
Seriously, I’m not nearly as easily pissed off as I used to be. I don’t know if it’s age or the twelve steps, but I do know that I’m generally happier and less snarky than even a year ago. Still, there are a few things that get on my nerves.
I’m not talking about intellectual disability AT ALL. I’m talking about folks who think they know everything, shut their minds and open their mouths. Constantly. It’s not exclusive to any race, gender, creed, socioeconomic status, or political persuasion. Anybody can be stupid.
What bothers me most is that these folks and their big loud mouths ruin the valid views and ideas of the people they claim to represent or champion (a certain presidential candidate springs to mind). I’m not a big fan of anyone who paints entire groups of people with one brush, or those who condemn anyone who doesn’t agree with them wholesale. Intelligent people discuss, listen, consider, and even agree to disagree. Stupid people shout, scream, judge, and damn. There’s no discussion; it’s just my way or the highway.
I’m not talking about folks in the parking lot hours early, having a barbecue before a football game. I’m talking about the jackass riding my bumper at 70 plus miles per hour, like he’s going to somehow push me out of the way. It’s not just annoying– it’s dangerous! Following anyone in a car too closely at high speeds is a recipe for disaster, but folks in my area do it as a matter of course. It’s also incredibly intimidating if, like me, you drive a small Japanese car and the car tailgating you is an enormous SUV or truck. News flash, folks — I’ve got somewhere to go too and I’m trying to get there safely. I don’t want to die on the interstate, or kill someone on the highway. If I’m in the far left lane, I’m trying to pass someone on my right. I do plan to move. Give me a break. Please.
Really? You can’t find anything in your life to be grateful for? Seriously?
I’m no Pollyanna by a long shot, but I have learned that I have things to be grateful for, even on my very worst days. Sometimes the only thing I can think of to be grateful for is the fact that I woke up that morning — but that’s a pretty big thing. Don’t believe me? Try not waking up one morning and tell me how you like it.
Everyday we’re alive is a day we have hope. We have the potential to be a positive voice in the lives of others. We have the potential to be our best selves. We are alive for only a short time. Why not choose to be happy?
Besides, being a constant curmudgeon is just annoying as hell. No one wants to hang out with a perpetual downer. Misery may love company, but I don’t love to be miserable because of anyone’s company.
Well, that’s three. I could probably come up with a few more, but I don’t want to turn into the person I just described…