I know. I shall write about things that irritate me. This will make me forget about the current one.
- People talking with their mouth full of food. Chew. Swallow. Speak. And in that order please.
- People who consistently talk over you. Like your telling a story, and they don't even bother to listen long enough to realize your talking. Granted, most of my stories on the spot aren't too hot... but man.
- Whenever turning signals are left on. Forever.
- Being late. The longer I'm late, the higher the agitation rises. Until a certain point. anything after 30 min, I have to give up. I can not maintain a level of irritation above 30.
- Feeling unprepared
- Never having a night, or afternoon, to myself. No expectations. Nothing big to accomplish. Just me, my yoga pants, hoodie, and whatever the HECK I want to do. (I here these moments disappear with kids.)
- Being embarrassed and put down by people your close to, in inappropriate moments. (examples: holiday gatherings, birthday parties)
- My over bite. I feel like a gasping bugs bunny when I'm laughing.
- Whenever my car makes a strange noise
- When I can no longer find enough bobby pins to put in my hair
- When it is too hot to snuggle up into bed with all my covers
- Whenever my sister's cat Honey decides to howl into my ear, hour before my alarm goes off, because she's hungry.
- I like those little bottom pieces of popcorn at the bottom of the popcorn bowl. If you love me, you will leave those for me.
- I'm a closure freak. Its sad. In fact, I'm such a closure lover, that I end all conversations with valiant goodbyes. I tie everything up in nice bows and send them off with glowing farewells. I feel gypped if not returned. Though I am learning to cope.
- Warm milk
- Cereal with too much milk
- Socks in bed
- People who complain about everything. I don't mind a little, but.... everything?
- Having too much to do, with too little time.
- Over thinking
- Getting irritated with things you wish you were too cool to be irritated about.
I will say however, I found this to be a precious moment of my night:
Dani: "Sometimes Reed, you don't act 11."
Reed: "That's because I am all of 11. I am 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1! That means I can act like any one of those ages"
Reed: "That's because I am all of 11. I am 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1! That means I can act like any one of those ages"
Brilliant little brother.
So there. I am 23, but I am all of 23. And this means, sometimes I can act like an irritated 15 year old once and a while.
I actually feel much better now!
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