Pet Peeves

I'm starting to wonder if an added measure of tolerance should have been part of my New Year's resolutions this past round.  It seems that I can't really go more than a day or so without running into something else that irks me to the point that I wish I had ultimate authority to dole out punishments on the people around me.  I'm pretty sure that I'm not menstruating (since I'm a boy) so the only explanations are that either I am tired or people are consistently becoming more and more annoying in general.

For example, I hate it when people talk in quiet places.  Like study cubicles, for instance.  I also have an intense dislike of the average, haughty "I'm-going-to-take-over-the-world" attitude of BYU business students (especially MBA's and the like).  I especially dislike haughty business students that talk in quiet places, and I wish I could make them sit in the atrium of the Tanner building wearing dunce caps.

I've also learned that I dislike having roommates, in general.  If I'm going to have them, I might as well have only one and be married to them.  Everything about having roommates is inconvenient, except for the the fact that you can occasionally mooch food from them.  Unfortunately I am usually the one being mooched, so I don't even have that advantage.
One might argue that roommates provide stimulating conversation.  Experience has taught me that I don't really spend all that much time at home anyway. Honestly, I think I lose more by not having personal space and privacy than I gain by having a few extra chatterboxes around.  In addition to this, there seems to be an age old truism that states "where two or more man-beasts are assembled, there dirt and a general lack of cleanliness will be also."  Coming home to a sink full of reeking dishes, a bathroom filled with grime and a bedroom that stinks like last week's b.o. really puts a damper on life.

Another huge category for me is driving.  Pet peeves when it comes to driving are really not all that hard to maintain in the state of Utah, I've decided.  At least drivers in other regions are either consistently bad or horrible.  Utahans (or at least, drivers in Provo coming from all over the country and the world) are anything but consistent.  Some people will risk their first born children to get into the turning lane before you on eighth north.  Others might as well be dead, because at the rate they are moving they probably will never get where they are trying to go in this life.  Either way, it seems that there is a serious lack of education about how to use turn signals.
Not only the manner of driving, but the vehicles themselves often cause me consternation.  Unless a truck is being used for something to do with manual labor, I see it as a waste and wish I could have them all cleared from the roads and replaced with something that won't block my view of signs, traffic lights, and the horizon.  Unless there is a ladder, equipment, or some sort of rubble or something loaded in the back, I seem to catch myself instantly judging people driving trucks, SUVs and other such vehicles as selfish brats hogging up the road, pushing and shoving their way around...and blocking my view.  I honestly didn't sign up to come down to earth just to stare at the back of your F150.

Moving on, eating is one of those disgusting, nasty habits that I'm deathly afraid will still exist after this life.  It really slows you down when you don't do it, and in general feels like a huge waste of time and money.  Think about all the hundreds of dollars you've poured, chewed and slurped down your greedy throats already this year.  Now think about my poor ears having to listen to it all.  Even more than the inefficiency of having to eat, I detest hearing other people in the process of eating.  Part of my daily waking ritual is to have breakfast alone, before anyone else is awake.  If others are already awake, I skip breakfast.  There are almost no words for how much I do not enjoy listening to the various ways that people slurp, crunch, drink or otherwise consume breakfast cereals.

In short, I think I might actually be a bitter little man.  I hate to think about what I'll be like when I'm old and cranky, too...

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"Hey guys, cupcakes on me..."

"That's what they do at bars!"

"A cupcake bar!"

(yours truly & Wouldn'tYouLikeToKnow...)

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"I'd be an awesome wife, I won't lie."
(Chris)

In honor of the new semester

Back to school...for a semester.

It is a strange feeling to come back from the Christmas holiday and suddenly realize that this is it.  Next time that school lets out, it will be completely over for me (at least until I realize that I probably do need some sort of Master's degree.)

I just took my little brother out to the grocery store earlier, and as I perused the store buying the few items that I need to stay alive for the next week or so, got to thinking about the finality of each experience I'm having just as a new year is beginning.  It is somewhat of a sobering thought.

I must say that I have enjoyed the part of life that I have spent out here in Utah so far, and I am excited to see how it will end.  I still have another four months here :)