Pet Peeve #1

September 6, 2018 0 By pygmie1

So instead of having entries where I randomly rant about something that drives me up a fucking wall I though I’d create a category called “pet peeves”. And what better way to find what you’re looking for if it’s your kind of thing than for me to create an entire “bitching about shit” category.


Oh, and these are in no particular order, the #1 is arbitrary.

Pet Peeve #1:

I hate being gas lighted. This is particularly true if I tell someone what they did impacted me in a negative way. For example, if someone agrees to meet me for coffee on Thursday, September 6th at noon at the Starbucks on Stark and 23rd and they don’t show up then they say, “No, I said we’d meet at Insomnia next Thursday.” In many cases these kinds of things are simply misunderstandings, but as with so many cases you’ve got their text. Clear as day. And it bugs me because it’s more important for them to save face than it is to take responsibility for their choice to demonstrate disrespect.

On that note:

Pet Peeve #2:

Once it’s been demonstrated, factually and objectively, that you’re right the other person raises the ante with more lies and obfuscation. “I didn’t send that text,” they tell you, “I asked my wife to send it because I was driving, it’s her fault.” Oh, this kind of bullshit gets to me.

Take responsibility for yourself.

I’m not your mother.