Weíre all different. I can respect those differences, and Iím fully aware that the things that drive me completely out of my mind might not be a big deal for you at all. That being said, there are things that drive me completely insane. These are truly annoying things.People who think girls are wimps
annoy me. Of course, having a double standard is my prerogative, so I actually love it when a boy is respectful by opening the door or picking the heavy stuff up so that I donít have to. But when Iím told, ďJust wait, little lady, and Iíll send one of those boys over to help,Ē I just want to beat someone about the head. For the record, I love politeness and will take advantage of it, but Iím also annoyed by the girls who feel compelled to wait around indefinitely for someone to take care of the heavy job for them so that they can protect their delicate female nature. Bah.People who claim to not discriminate, but do.
For example, ďOh Iím certainly not racist; I donít mind those people
at all.Ē Uh-huh, sure. It think everyone feels comfortable in different settings around others who share common ground, be it skin color, background, religion, culture, job, hobbies, clothing styles, whatever. Itís natural. But trying to say you are completely loving and open to everyone when youíre clearly not is highly annoying. Granted, at least the people who fall into this category are trying to move forward from blatant stereotypes. Iíll give them credit for that.Broken vending machines
might be a small thing in the grand scheme of life, but they can get under your skin like nothing else. Youíre dying for a snack. You feed in your last dollar after working for five minutes to smooth out the wrinkles. You push the buttonsÖand nothing happens. You try again. You push ALL the buttons. You shake the machine a little bit. You try getting your money back by slamming the coin return button.
Youíre now extra hungry, agitated and have no funds with which to buy any more food from another machine. Itís a complete loss and tomorrow youíll be faced once again with hunger and a broken machine. And even though you wonít waste more money on it anytime soon, youíll spend weeks and months wondering if theyíve fixed the machine yet before youíre willing to try it again. At which point it will probably take your dollar again - ARGH!Busy work at school
drives me insane. I might not fall under the category of genius, but Iím usually savvy enough to know when the teacher is feeling lazy and giving us work to do thatís not very meaningful. Read this and answer the questions. Why? Because I told you to Ė no talking, get busy. Sigh. Itís pointless, itís boring, and it teaches me absolutely nothing. I enjoy the classes that teachers try to make fun, however. I wouldnít even mind busy work if a teacher told me what it was for. If I knew that circling 124 commas would benefit me in some way, Iíd be all for it Ė or at least do the work with an iota of energy. But for the most part busy work is just killing time, and I hate it.