After much self-reflection, I’ve come to the realization that I have pet-peeve issues. It’s not that I have too many of them, it’s that I have virtually none of my own (and that totally drives me nuts. In fact, that could be my pet-peeve…). All of the obvious, gnarly problems in life bother me, but I wouldn’t necessarily put “murder” in the pet-peeve category. Or “muggings”. Or “arson”. Or “pumpkin-smashing”.

I try to pin-point something that bothers me in EVERY circumstance. A blanket irritant, if you will.

It’s just not a good representation of how I feel.

Its not that I’m apathetic or that I don’t have negative responses.  But left to my own devices I tend to go a different direction with my thoughts.

I’ll have a strong desire to cram things into my face.Or a desire to never eat again as long as I stinking live.Or I’ll enter a stage of manic, narcissistic pride.

My bigger problem is that although I like to believe I’m a critical thinker, I tend to jump aboard other people’s pet-peeve bandwagons.  I’m a pet-peeve poser.Things don’t bother me until they bother somebody else.And the more passionate about it they are, the more vehemently I agree.

Most of the time, anyway.I’ve been thinking that if I got a few peeves of my own, I wouldn’t be so quick to glom onto everyone else’s. What I’ve concluded is that I don’t enjoy situations that make me feel….weird.  Or extremely self-conscious.Or panicky.No, I’d rather feel like the flawless sun-ray of perfection that I am. Because that is ALWAYS fun……and so so accurate.