Obviously everyone has their pet peeves and little annoyances that drive them crazy. Sometimes these things are completely inexplicable, but some can be explained. Some can be explained, but these explanations can make you look completely insane. I have a lot of the last ones. I'm going to try to explain these everyday annoyances that piss me off as best as I possibly can without sounding completely neurotic.
#10: When people see me drawing and ask me if I drew that...
This happens way more than you could even expect. I will be in class or in the study lounge drawing someone or something. I'll have a reference, a pencil, a pad of paper, and a half-finished drawing. Inevitably, a random person will come up to my table and ask me, "Wow! Did you draw that?" I suppress my automatic urge to go full-on sarcastic and tell them that yes, I did actually draw it. Now leave me alone before I stab you in the eye with my pencil. I understand that this person just wants to compliment me or start up a conversation, but let's get real. I'm not exactly a social butterfly, especially around strangers. In order to avoid such interactions, I only work on my artwork in my room when I'm alone or I just don't draw. I don't really have the time to draw anyway. I could just get over it, but I know that I probably never will.
#9: When the TV volume isn't on a number divisible by 5...
My family knows all about this one. My dad likes the volume on a prime number, which he knows makes me crazy. This is how it always goes. We are sitting on the couch, watching Top Chef or something, when he decides to turn up the volume. He puts it at 37 or something. I try my hardest not to say something, but then I can't really help it. Eventually, it drives me to madness. I reach over him and grab the remote from the arm of the couch and put it up to 40 or down to 35. My dad
tries to grab the remote out of my hands and changes it back. I slap his wrist before he can and I move the remote out of his reach. He tries to reach it anyway. This goes on for a while, so we end up missing the show, and he usually ends up with my teeth or fingernail marks in his forearm because I'm a horrible, dirty fighter. In this case, I usually get my way, but it is always really awkward whenever I go to a friend's house. When I go to a friend's house, I let the host do whatever they want because it's their TV, but I squirm in my seat throughout the movie.
#8: When people talk to me in the car...
I'm going to start out by saying this: I don't find "awkward" silences awkward. I am perfectly comfortable sitting in silence with or without someone. I don't feel the need to fill every silence with meaningless small talk. Let me further extend this: I sometimes just don't want to talk at all. I might not be in the mood. Everyone can be like this. However, for me, it is only in certain situations that I don't want to talk to people. For example, I hate talking in the car as a passenger. I am perfectly comfortable talking when I am driving, and I know that I won't get distracted. I just can't talk as a passenger, especially on long drives or with people I see frequently. It's weird, but if someone can't look at me when I'm talking, I feel really uncomfortable and I clam up. To get around people talking to me in the car, I try to turn up the music, but sometimes this just makes people talk to me even louder, which irritates me even more. I don't mean to be rude, but it just sort of plays out like that.
#7: Issues with grammar...
Anyone who knows me knows that I am not afraid to correct someone when they misspeak. When people say "good" instead of "well" or "who" instead of "whom" I think I might lose my mind. It's more than just that, though. When people mix up "then" and "than" or "of" and "have" (should of instead of should have), I want to shoot myself. That's all I'm going to say so I don't write a 10,000 word rant about how the English language is slowly being ruined.
#6: When the door is unlocked...
I grew up in Suburbia. However, the Suburbia I grew up in borders Detroit, which is famous for its crime rate and its shittiness.
Honestly, though, it really pisses me of when someone criticizes Detroit when they've never been there. I have Detroit pride in my blood and guts. I'm not going to be unrealistic, though. You will never see me alone in the city because it (sadly) does have a very high crime rate, and I'm small and couldn't realistically take on a grown man if he is trying to get me into his creepy white van. Growing up in the area has made me disturbingly paranoid. When people are home alone, they tend to lock the door because it is just common sense. I not only make sure that the doors and windows are shut and locked when I'm home alone, though. I make sure all of the doors are locked even when my entire family is home. The windows are okay to be open in certain rooms, but only on the second floor. Paranoia pays off, though. Evolutionarily speaking, the paranoid creatures tend to survive. That rustle in the bushes could either be the wind or it could be a predator. If it is a predator and you assume it's the wind, you're screwed, and you've just taught everyone around you that it is preferable to be skeptical.
#5: When people lecture others about their lifestyles...
People are stupid. They do what they want without considering the consequences. Everyone does it. For example, I am addicted to caffeine. I mean addicted. If I don't get my coffee in the morning, I will start going through withdrawal and get the most intense headache of my life. No, I am not going to quit taking caffeine despite the fact that I probably should. That's my problem. Guess what, though? I'm not breaking any laws. I don't drink or do any drugs (besides caffeine), nor do I smoke (which is not illegal, obviously). It could be much worse than caffeine. It drives me crazy, though, when someone who actually does
worse things than me decide that judging my lifestyle is just fine. For example, I know someone (underage) who goes to a ton of parties and gets drunk at least once per week, sometimes much more. I had a ton of homework to do that night, so I bought myself a bottle of caffeine pills and took one to stay awake. This girl asked me what I was taking and then said, "That is so bad for you. You really shouldn't do that." I wanted to say, "At least I'm not getting drunk, doing stupid shit, and forgetting about said stupid shit. I'm doing this so I can be productive and get stuff done. Get over yourself, Princess." Instead, I ignored her and got my homework done. I don't lecture people I know about their drinking habits. My idea should be reciprocated and I shouldn't be lectured about my completely legal caffeine addiction.
#4: When people get what they deserve and then bitch about it...
I'm not talking about people who work hard and then get rich and complain about how they don't have enough money. That is really irritating. I'm talking about people who do something idiotic, are presented with consequences, and then don't face their problems or expect sympathy. If someone goes out and gets shit-faced drunk, loses their phone, credit cards, etc. then I don't feel bad for them.
Maybe initially, but if it happens more than once, I say that if you're looking for sympathy, you'll find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis. I think that it is clear that if you do something dumb, it's going to bite you in the ass. If you get an ass-bite, don't bitch at me about it because I won't feel bad. I'll just think you're retarded.
#3: When someone talks to me when I have my headphones on...
I listen to music to drown out the world. It gets rid of distractions and helps me think more clearly. However, if someone is going to talk to me, I don't want to be rude and ignore them. This comes at the expense of my own irritation. I have to go back and forth, pausing my music, asking them to repeat themselves. This irritates the other person. I don't get it. When I see someone with their headphones in, I understand that they want to listen to their music. I don't listen to music just because there's nothing better to do. I listen because I want to. Isn't it obvious that I'm busy and I don't feel like talking, especially when I give one-word answers?
#2: A three-in-one package about personal space...
Have you ever gone into a restaurant and seen that
nauseating couple that sits together on the same side of the booth, stroking each others' hair like monkeys? Yeah, that is number 2A in the list. It drives me nuts when there is plenty of space on the other side of the table so they can sit across from each other, yet they decide that they will show the world that they are a couple by the gratuitous amounts of PDA.
For 2B, I hate sitting next to someone at the table when they could be across from me. I try to sit down after the other person so I can choose how we are positioned at the table because it is rude to change where you are seated when you're already sitting. I like to see a person's face when I'm talking to them. I hate having to turn to see them face-to-face and having them so close to me...
Which brings me to 2C. I hate having to sit next to someone too closely. My lecture classes drive me nuts because we have to sit crammed together in these tiny chairs so that our thighs and asses are practically touching. When I am sitting next to someone, I can't have my legs touching theirs or I will absolutely freak out.
#1: And yep, it's also about personal space, but in a crazier way...
I like a lot of personal space. I don't have a problem with hugging or anything like that. This involves my hands. I can't stand it when people touch my hands. A lot of people like hand-holding, but I seriously hate it. When someone tries to hold my hand, I want to break theirs. When I had a boyfriend like a million years ago, he used to try to hold my hand. I endured it, but it drove me absolutely insane. After about 2 long minutes, I would pull mine away and maybe put my arm around his back and move so his arm was around my shoulders. Looking back, I probably should have said something, but he was my first boyfriend and I didn't want to seem like a crazy person. It isn't a germophobia thing or anything like that. It wasn't just him trying to hold my hand. I hate it when cashiers accidentally touch my hand when giving me my change. I hate it when someone brushes my hand with theirs when we are walking together. I hate it when my hand touches another person's hand in any way, shape, or form. I don't know why, and I don't think I ever will.
Wow. After writing all of that, I think that I should probably order myself a special jacket and go check myself into a mental institution. If you're reading this, please tell me in the comments either that one of these things drives you crazy or tell me one of your weird pet peeves. When I say "weird pet peeves" I mean the weirdest thing that irritates you the most.