in can descent rage

pet peeves

[ed’s note: i always considered myself incredibly easy-going. till i got the idea in my head to make a list of things that make my blood boil with anger. so, here they are, compiled neatly, for your viewing pleasure. so, if the police ask what happened: this may be as good a place to start looking for clues as any.]

pet peeve #1:
people who are inconsiderate.

this includes drivers, or other road users. family. friends. people at restaurants. people using facilities. office parties where you have to queue for food. pity him/her who has to be at the end of the queue!

pet peeve #2:
other people’s undisciplined children.

allow me to relate a snippet of a past experience (this was about 3 or 4 years ago): people from my mom’s work bring their brat kids with them for dinner at our house. brat kids run and scream up and down the house. brat kids jump on my and other beds in house, not even having the courtesy to take off their shoes. brat kids smack older people of all ages because they dont get their way. brat kids bang on my computer coz they cant wait their turn. i dont like my face or personal property being assaulted. i smack one brat kid on ass. [in retrospect, maybe i shouldve just left the room.] brat kid runs to his mommy and daddy, yelling that i smacked him. says he wasnt doing anything, he just wanted to play with his friend [other brat kid from my extended family]. so, essentially, i assaulted him without provocation. and HIS PARENTS BELIEVED HIM OVER ME and they left. good riddance. good f***ing riddance. im one of those slow to anger, but explosive when angry, individuals. i was a quiet well-behaved kid. my parents needed only LOOK at me for the fear of all hades to enter me and make me behave myself. in my LIFE, i had never experienced such ill-behaved children! omg. hanging on door handles, banging on doors, spilling juice, omfg. never again. if ever i am faced with a similar situation, il just get into my little car and drive away.

i blame the parents entirely.

pet peeve #3:

i have to situate myself right next to lexi and j on their BAD SERVICE band wagon. it is as lexi said, there is just no excuse for it. specially since the customer is paying for the service. i understand having a shitty job, and all that, but how hard could it be to smile every so often? and do the job you were trained to do? maybe the people at my job are just over-active when it comes to this sort of thing. performance appraisals – harsh demon-spawned devices of terrific torture.

pet peeve #4:

injustice makes me angry. here’s an example: in my family, both me mum and dad’s sides, they have this... shall we call it tradition? the basic premise is this: women must serve men. men bring in the bacon. what does this mean for a girl like myself? washing dishes, laying tables, cleaning house, etc etc. this is what my holidays visiting extended family is like. [which is interesting, coz at home, i dont do any of these things.] what does this ideology mean for my [spoiled rotten] brother? he gets to sit on his ass and do nothing. hang out. watch tv. go driving with the uncles.. etc etc.

makes my blood boil.

[there’s a lot more to this, i just dont have the energy for it.]

[[something slightly unrelated: when i went to visit my boyfriend at his family’s house for the first time ever, he asked me if there was anything i didnt eat. to which i replied that im very easy-going. it was only upon getting there, for my 2 week visit, that we soon came to the conclusion that everything they made, was pretty much stuff i dont eat. only then did i realise, im actually quite picky... the reason i hadnt picked up on this before, is coz my family pretty much all eat the same kinda thing. but, when i got exposed to completely new cuisine... yeah. the rest is history. i still dont think im a picky eater. but, i realise im not as easy going as i thought i was.]]