Bugbear

Do you know what the speed limit is within a parking lot?  Would it surprise you to know that it is 15 kilometers per hour?  I think I am one of the only people to, not only know this fact, but who practices it also.  Yet people on foot, will constantly run in front of or behind my vehicle then turn to chastise me for "moving too quickly".  These are usually the same culprits who will then climb into their vehicle and speed out of the parking lot at a velocity of sixty or seventy kilometers per hour.  These people are among the many pet peeves that seem to plague my everyday life.

A "pet peeve" is described as: A particular and often continual annoyance; A personal bugbear.

My life seems riddled with pet peeves, the afore is a minor one.  Though it seems to occur upon almost every visit to the nearby Home Depot, it has little or no effect on me, personally, but has become tiresome, all the same.

I've tweeted my major peeves, which have been commented on as being shared by many.  The most frequent being that I will sit through a barrage of annoyingly repetitive commercials only to realize that the program I'm watching is recorded.  Even with the remote control in hand, my thumb placed firmly over the fast-forward button, I will often mutter profanity to myself about the irritating commercials, all the while forgetting to depress the button under my opposable digit.

Another exasperation of mine is sitting down to watch a program, whether it a mere sixty minutes in length or a movie that is more than a couple of hours long, and falling asleep.  I'd prefer to see the show in it's entirety, avoiding revisitation.  Earlier today, it happened to me twice while watching the (Christopher Nolan) Batman Trilogy.  The movies are not boring in the least, yet I found myself slipping into deep slumber about an hour into each movie, only having to skip back ninety minutes to rewatch the full movie.  This also occurs whenever I sit down to watch any of the Star Wars movies, although I rarely bother going back to watch the full stories over again.

Probably one of the biggest pet peeves I have, nowadays, isn't one that's come into fruition until as of late.  It does not occur very often, yet when it does, it sends me spiraling.  It has occurred when I'm climbing into my vehicle.  When I'm climbing into bed and (earlier tonight) settling down on the sofa to watch a movie.  Breaking wind.  A split-second before I plant myself firmly in my seat, a minor fart will slip out.  Minor in it's simplicity, yet major enough to almost bring me to tears.  The smell nearly harsh enough to drop a moose out of the sky.

I know not the recent exuberance of flatulence, but I suspect it may largely have to do with the ingestion of tomato-based foods.  I did have pizza yesterday and lasagna today.  Decrease the intake of such foods and I'll be less likely to fart on myself.  So better consciousness of my surroundings and my pet peeves will likely decrease.  If only it were so easy...

Peeved

Some people have the misfortune of being allergic to pets.  I would consider myself a dog person, although I have a tremendous allergy to them.  Even the hypo-allergenic dogs, cause major discomfort in my sinuses, producing red teary eyes and a stuffy nose.  This may be good fortune for me, as I will never be the owner of anything as faggy as a labra-doodle.

Another pet I am intolerant to are pet-peeves.  I have many of them, but the ones that seem to plague me the most, are the two which, on paper, seem the most trivial of the lot.  The first is watching a favourite television program, then having to sit through three, four, five and in some instances, I've noticed, six minutes of commercials.  The commercials themselves, aren't the pet peeves.  Everyone needs to sell shit.  I understand that.  If I owned anything of value that needed to be sold to the masses, I'd advertise too, but what irks the shit outta me, is after sitting through the mind-numbing commercials, realizing that the program in which I'm currently watching, is f*cking recorded.  F*ck!

The other one, which sparked my creative flame, is inserting the DVD or Bluray into the machine, moving back to my viewing spot and wiggling my sexy ass into my chair, seating myself absolutely perfect then reaching for the remote which is missing from it's spot.  Desperately, I look around, searching for it, trying not to move out of fear of losing my absolute comfort level.  That's when I finally look up and see it across the room, sitting prominently next to the player.  F*ckitty-f*ck.

I'm sure there are more peeves that piss me off and I will likely offer those up to you in the future.  For now, I have to leave.  The main menu music has been echoing through my house for the last fifteen minutes or so, while I've been tapping away at this blog.  It's a catchy tune, but it's beginning to drive me a little crazy.  I hate it when I get a tune stuck in my head.  I guess that'd be a pet-peeve of mine.