A while ago I bought a clock for our living room. This clock is a magical clock because somehow it kept transporting its self to my bed. I quickly learned that my rommie was the magic behind the transportation. She couldn't do homework, watch TV, or even be in the living room with the clock because the ticking drove her up a wall.
Pet peeves are interesting to consider. I never noticed the clicking. It's just something that didn't bother me. When I was younger I had more patience than anyone I knew. Nothing bothered me. The older I get, the more things I find that do bother me.
-I cant stand when some one touches my face. Or pretends to slap me. Or makes any motion towards my face.
-I don't like when people don't clean the hair out of the bathtub. I just hate hair actually. I hate when it gathers in the brush. I hate when it sheds. It just bothers me.
-I hate when the bar close to my apartment plays the same techno song for three hours straight from 12-3am.
-I hate when people call me the B word. Even if they are just joking. The work erks me for whatever reason.
-I hate being called pathetic. I learned this the other day a work. I playfully acted sad about something pointless because it made people laugh. One of my co workers said, "you're so pathetic" and it took a lot to control my temper. Pathetic is something I have never been and will never be. I was playing and being funny.
-I hate when people don't respect my time. I don't like when people are late or don't show when they say they will. I don't want to sit and wait for you to decide to show up. I'm not a puppy eagerly awaiting your arrival.
I have also noticed that when I'm really peeved, I hear the ticking of the clock.
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