Only five? How on earth will this work? I dislike so much in such an open way.
First, liars. People who lie get under my skin. For example, anyone who stands before a judge with their right arm in the air and swears that I am someone who makes them afraid for their life is a downright liar. And that person is a pet peeve. Anyone who asks if they can do some “favor” for my child and is told no and then does it anyway and then announces that they have done this business is a pet peeve. You know who you are, lairs, and I do not like you.
Second- Drama queens/kings. For some reason there are people living on this planet who are legitimately convinced that their life is fffaaaarrrrr worse than anyone else. Sometimes I am acquaintances with these people for a short time just to giggle at their flair. This is usually a short lived relationship because I can only bite my tongue for so long. If you have been through the same thing as me, and you didn’t come out of it missing a limb, with a scar that’s bigger than mine, with your outfit torn, chances are our experiences were remarkably similar and you are just unable to cope well with any reality and we can’t be friends because you are a pet peeve.
Third- Waiting. I don’t think I should have to explain this. I’ve never met anyone who was like “yay!! I love waiting”. I am pretty sure those people are all locked up somewhere being evaluated. When I apply for a job/grad school/fill my grocery card up and then I have to wait to see if I am referred to the hiring offial/accepted (sorry UofM, but waitlisted is just the nice way of saying not at this time but if someone we REALLY want says no, we will still be happy to take your money)/stand in line because of the 14 cashier stands you have 2 open, no thanks.
Fourth- Tooth pain. I’ve recently had a life change which involves I have a cracked tooth. It was “fixed” by my dentist of 11 years. Somehow when she fixed it it was not fixed but got worse and now I’ve been referred to an endontist and in the mean time salad causes an electrical storm in one tooth.
Fifth: That there are only 5 peeves in this blog post. I could complain about so many, many, horrible things.
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