Beware of the troll. No, I don’t mean I might pedantically harass you on a web forum, I mean I might club you and eat your bones.
I hate being ill. Of course I do, everyone hates being ill. I have yet to meet a single individual who when faced with a bout of the common cold grins with anticipation and remarks that they love a good snivel. However it has been pointed out to me that I tend to not only dislike being ill, but to take it as a personal affront.
Currently, I am sick. No longer in a not-being-able-to-stand-up sort of way, but definitely in a rather annoying way. This, as you can imagine, has done very little for the sweetness of my disposition. I try not to bitch about specific personal issues here, ie. exactly what is currently wrong with my job, why a particular friend or situation is pissing me off, or what the hell that green stuff is on the sink. In lieu of suddenly starting now, here is a short list of things that irritate me.
- Other people
- Unnecessary precipitation
- Coughs that stop me from sleeping
- Fast food delivery personnel
- Psychotic stalker ex-boyfriends
- Chewing gum
- Television
That will be all.
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I’m pleasantly surprised at the brevity of that list. I would have expected it to be MUCH longer. Mine certainly is. You’ve become tolerant in your old age. Good.