Through a Glass, Darkly

Last week at the beach, our small group had a discussion about pet peeves. Apparently I am the most annoying person on the planet, because I do practically all of the things that annoy my friends.

Mike hates ice crunching. Who loves to crunch ice? Me.

Emily hates using spoons to eat things like cake and ice cream. She doesn’t like how you use a spoon and there’s still a trail left on it. Okay, I admit that I didn’t create the spoon, so I can’t be blamed for that one. But one of her other peeves is when she goes to the movies and people want to talk about the movie right away. As in, “Oh, I loved the part where they got married!” Or, “Did you like it?” She says that everyone in the theater saw the same movie, so she doesn’t want to discuss it until she’s at least in her car.

Y’all . . . I am just about the worst at doing that. One of my really bad tendencies is my need for input. I have to know what other people are thinking. So of course I ask my friends if they liked the movie, because I want to see how my opinion measures up to theirs. And I do it as soon as the credits start rolling.

*sigh*

Marshall also hates the movie discussing thing, so there’s one strike against me there. And he hates it when people finish his sentences. I know I finish Mike’s sentences sometimes, but I’m not sure if I do it to other people. (I have been on guard against it since then, though, that’s for sure.)

There are only 8 people in our small group, and I am well on my way to alienating half of them.

The funny thing was, I couldn’t really think of any peeves I have like that. I hate it when people don’t use their turn signals (in fact, I wrote an essay about it one time that I’ll have to dig up and post on here sometime) but I couldn’t think of anything else. I have major annoyances or I let it go (although letting it go doesn’t necessarily sound like me). Maybe I’m an all-or-nothing kind of girl?