Saturday, March 12, 2011

Things That Make Me Want to Shoot Myself

An alternative title would be 'Pet Peeves' or 'Things That Bug Me' but those are too normal for this lil octopus.

1. People who ask stupid questions during movies. Also known as 'Dad'. We'll be watching a movie, either at a theater or at home, and he'll ask the most retarded questions about the plotline, the characters, etc. Usually his questions are supposed to be answered by watching the content of the movie and making connections about what's going on, but he doesn't get that. At all. JUST SHUT UP, YOU'LL FIND OUT. Jeez.

2. When you have a touchscreen or a keyboard and someone uses their fingers like daggers and stabs the damn buttons. When I first got my iPod Touch, I let Anita play with it and she was pressing the screen way too hard (she hadn't ever used a touchscreen before). I was all like, "Anita, calm it down, you don't need to press that hard." And then when my dad uses my laptop, he'll press the keys like he wants to murder them. The keys on my laptop are thin and honestly DO NOT need that much pressure for it to register. It bugs me even more that he types with one finger, which consequently makes him go STAB STAB STAB STAB to each individual key.

3. Terrible grammar/spelling. This is a given, since I am in fact a Grammar Nazi. If you don't believe me, I have a spelling bee trophy to show for it. Anyway, in my opinion, it doesn't take that much effort to have correct grammar and spelling. It's really easy, guys. You don't need to be in Honors English to know the difference between they're/their/there or to/two/too. I can understand that some people aren't excellent spellers, but if they at least showed some effort toward knowing the proper way to spell and use words, I'd be okay.

4. People who speak too loudly. My dad is again an example, as well as select persons in 9th period study hall. And when I say 'select persons in 9th period study hall', I mean 'EVERYONE in 9th period study hall'. I'll be sitting two feet away from my dad, but he still feels the need to almost yell everything. I don't have a hearing problem, but I'm guessing he does, and if he keeps yelling, I'm going to have a hearing problem as well. In study hall, everyone feels the need to uphold constant conversation with various people around them, even if they know full well that they do indeed have homework and maybe they won't have to stay up until two in the morning if they get it done during the time that was designated for them to get shit done instead of flapping their gums nonstop and irritating the people who are actually trying to do homework and get sleep that night. I apologize for the run-on sentence (because I realize that run-ons somewhat violate the Grammar Nazi code of conduct), but I feel adamantly about taking advantage of the time that has been given to us to get shit done.

5. Those who confuse the term "geek" with the term "nerd". According to urbandictionary, a nerd is "an individual persecuted for his superior skills or intellect, most often by people who fear or envy him" and "whose IQ exceeds his weight", and a geek is "Not to be confused with Nerd. A geek does not have to be smart, a Geek is someone who is generaly not athletic, and enjoys Video Games; Comic Books; being on the internet, and etc." I happen to be both a geek and a nerd, so you can call me either as long as it's in context. THERE'S A DIFFERENCE, GET IT RIGHT.

6. People who are close-minded about food (Please see the 'Try It, You'll Like It!" song from Yo Gabba Gabba, it epitomizes this). Seriously, if you're willing to try something you've never eaten before, you might realize that it's the best thing you've ever tasted. Or, you may want to puke your guts out. Either way, you'll gain the knowledge what that food tastes like, and if you didn't like it, you won't have to eat it ever again. Has anyone ever had liverwurst? It's like this German-ish spread that you put on rye bread, and in my opinion, it's pretty good. Other people may not have the same opinion, but that's okay as long as they've given it a try. I've also tried things that I never want to eat again in my life, like crushed Cheetos puffs mixed with apple juice. This is one thing that I don't recommend ever trying, because even though I like most foods, this would be the worst thing I've ever tasted. Other than crushed Cheetos Puffs mixed with apple juice, I suggest you do not knock foods before you've tried them. Who knows, you might find your new favorite food.

7. People who don't appreciate gifts. Once, I gave my sandwich to my friend, which I would've eaten if they hadn't asked for it (I was starving, and I had a lunch with me, but they didn't have a lunch, so that's why they asked). They were all like, "I'm so hungry, and I forgot my lunch, can anyone give me some food?" and I was all like, "I'll sacrifice this sandwich for you because you're my friend and that's what friends do!" and so I give them my sandwich, which they open up to see the contents because they're picky, and they're all like, "Ew, I don't want it, it has brown mustard on it, I don't like spicy brown mustard," and they THREW THE SANDWICH AWAY!!! COME ON, I COULD'VE EATEN IT!!! I WAS HUNGRY AND I SACRIFICED THAT SANDWICH FOR YOU THAT I WOULD'VE EATEN IF YOU HADN'T BEGGED LIKE A HOBO FOR FOOD OR MONEY TO BUY A LUNCH, GODDAMMIT!!! MAYBE YOU COULD'VE TURNED IT DOWN POLITELY, AND GIVE THE SANDWICH BACK TO THE HUNGRY GIRL THAT GAVE IT UP FOR YOU SO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO STARVE!!!!!!!

8. Friends who are too clingy. Seriously, I don't need constant companionship. I'm fine if you want to rest your head on my shoulder on the bus ride home (apparently I make an excellent pillow) or if you want to talk to me, but you don't need to be talking to me throughout the duration of time you get to see me (I guess seeing me is a privilege now). People need to know when to be solitary and when to be social. Their are appropriate occasions for each; please figure it out.

I'm sure you're quite tired of listening to me ramble, and I've run out of ideas of what to complain about, so THE END.

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