I guess it’s time to make a new—amended and slightly expanded—list of things that annoy me, because a daily dose of irritation isn’t that bad (after all, as they say, to call the thing by its real name helps to whoosh it away).
So, without further ado, let’s get started, shall we? *
1. Turtlenecks. Since all the big retailers have began posting their autumn capsule collections, these things are everywhere—stuck like a fucking daisy on the cover of a cheap romance novel, where the heroine is constantly giving away her heart made of gold to all the wrong people. Is it only me or is this shit really—and I mean it, really—uncomfortable to wear? It’s itchy, suffocating and plain gross.
2. Procrastination. Man, how many times did I tell myself that when you should be writing, you must do exactly that, and no, house chores, or sport activity—all of a sudden, in the middle of nowhere—or scrolling down through endless social media gossip about people whom you don’t even know and, frankly, don’t give a flying fuck about is *not* a cure. Damn. Maybe, just maybe, once you name it, as if it were a demon from The Exorcist, it will finally proceed to hell leaving behind a puff of smoke? Nah, I doubt it, but it’s worth giving a try anyway.
3. That common social media shtick when you comment someone and they try being tongue-in-cheek with you (false self-deprecation, projection, etc.), fail and resume a dialogue with another person in your own thread, putting laughing emoji all over the place, kinda securing their point (not really). Please, don’t do it, my fellow kids: we are not undergrads anymore.
4. A pile of unread books on your shelves, desks, next to your bed, in the kitchen etc. Remember when we were young and our parents told us that the more we read the better our minds and understanding of the world would become? Yeah, me too. Well, it’s not that they were wrong, but the perception of things has slightly changed since then. Are you familiar with that unsettling anxiety when you look at your book collection, which you potentially would love to read but, somehow, still haven’t? Right? Ok, apparently, the Japanese have a word for this: Tsundoku. It means exactly that: you buy, you pile, you do *not* read, you observe, and repeat**.
5. The same, but with movies. You look at your DVD collection, bookmarks of the reviews (classics and new releases), check out a reminder you made the other day (which includes the movie you *really* want to see, but still won’t somehow) and end up re-watching something silly and mildly significant (either a documentary or a safe choice from the 70s horrors).
6. Unsolicited and bravura advice from the media to “rock your greys in order to break the traditional views of female beauty.” Just shut up. I am fine with my dyed hair, thank you very much.
7. Passive aggressive snobbery. Don’t try this with me and you won’t be disappointed by my reaction, lol.
…I will make another one sometime in the future, but it’s enough grumbling for today I guess.
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* A disclaimer: there is no specific order of things here, just how they come to mind.
** Of course, I’ve seen memes on the matter: they are pretty much everywhere, which means that at least I am not alone.
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