Are there things in your life that drive you absolutely nutzoid? Okay, so nutzoid is not a real word, but I bet all of you understand my drift. I always thought as I got older, I would become more agreeable and more refined. I thought I would be a vessel of justice – a visionary with the ability to see and accept all the many variations of existence. Yes, and I thought kissed toads would turn into princes too.
I stopped to get gas yesterday. It is irritating enough to know that filling my tank will completely drain my pocket change for the month, but little did I realize that this event, on this day, would also drain every ounce of my patience.
As I exited my car, I was pummeled with noise that could not only wake the dead but most likely wake all drug-induced sleepers on the other side of the planet. The genre of this questionable “music” coming from the vehicle on the adjoining pump was unrecognizable. My eardrums pulsated. I could not even hear myself think. Since all the doors on the car were closed, I tried to imagine what it might sound like inside the car. How does anyone exposed to those decibel levels, especially in an enclosed space, expect to hear anything of importance going on around them? Lord help all drivers in their general vicinity.
And then, I just flew off the deep end. Every pet peeve I have ever suffered came alive full throttle. Have you ever uttered the words “I just don’t care” and gotten hit with the “Of course you do” response? Or maybe you have expressed a very poignant personal opinion only to be told “Don’t be ridiculous” or “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” If blood can actually boil, these responses light the fire.
Now, I understand that everyone has a right to an opinion. If you are in a focused discussion about any given topic, it is expected to hear both pros and cons on the subject. But when you are engaged in casual exchange, slam-dunking anyone’s thoughts is just rude to me. If I had wanted your opinion, wouldn’t I have asked for it? God gave us filters for a reason. If yours is broken, you might want to consider getting it fixed. I have a long-standing account at the Filter-Fixer Emporium.
And then there are the pity party people. You know the type – always the victim. Life has mistreated them so horribly that nothing matters, and no one can understand the pain of their journey. I will admit, I have hosted many a pity party in my lifetime – just nothing that a good movie or a bottle of wine could not fix. I find it sad that most of those people cannot see that there are thousands, maybe millions, of others suffering the exact same thing. We are alone in the battle only in our own thoughts.
Obviously, best friends and close family members are excused from these pet peeves. Well, most of them are…usually – or at least sometimes. Unless of course, noise at the gas pump already has me in meltdown mode. Then I suggest we only discuss the weather. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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Red D Werking
5/4/2022 05:54:55 am
Looks like 3 rainy days, Thursday through Saturday. Happy Cinco de Mayo!
5/4/2022 08:05:09 am
Ole, my friend! Rain, rain go away. It messes with my joints! Probably means my meltdown mode will continue through the weekend!
5/4/2022 10:04:09 am
I've been exposed to the same.noise, stopped at Speedway to get a coffee in rolls Beethovens 1812 overture, the guy jumps out doesn't shut it off comes in to get a redbull the windows ore vibrating and he looks like he doesn't even know what's up??????¿yeowww
5/4/2022 05:05:15 pm
Ah ha! So, I'm not crazy! I'm redeemed! It is mindboggling how these people survive... Whew - I'm glad I'm not alone!
5/4/2022 04:19:02 pm
Have encountered the same kind of noise but unlike you I didn't know where or what it was. Driving down the highway then suddenly hear the noise which sound like a 747 preparing to crash into you. Then after a few seconds searching each mirror and what you can see of the sky above you are passed by a "Snoop Dog" wanna be with windows so dark you aren't able to see what it is driving let alone listening to the explosive noise.
5/4/2022 05:08:54 pm
Geez, pretty sad when you hear it BEFORE it's near you! And I thought I was just the crazy old broad who complains about everything (no comments from the peanut gallery please)! These people will be deaf before they hit middle age!
5/18/2022 08:52:35 am
You sure hit the target! Here we live near what is (un)affectionately called Puerto Rico. We live on a busy road that leads to the latinate community whereon blasts all genres of music from current Tejano to old-fashioned Mariachi at all hours of day and night, windows down. Fortunately, I have become tone deaf to a point, but I still can’t help but ask, “Why in the world would they blast so ostentatiously?“ I am reminded, then, of our teenage days in the late 60s—early 70s when playing loud music was a required rite of passage…I understand that it’s both generational and cultural, so I wait patiently for the ear-piercing instrumentals to pass by.
5/21/2022 08:45:30 am
Sorry for the delay! As you know I was rather . . . unavailable for a few days! But yes, I did not consider the "rite of passage" we exercised in our youth. I was probably guilty more than once. I will say though, that the person pumping the gas was well past a "rite of passage" doorway! All I could think was "what are you thinking?"
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