18th March 2012

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Some things that annoy me

So I’ve had this post in my head for awhile. Unfortunately typing long things on my phone is not as speedy or efficient as it is on my laptop… So here goes…

Some things that annoy me:

1.The overuse of my name.I went out with a guy a couple of weeks ago, and he ended almost every sentence with my name. “Can I get you a drink, Jennie?”, “No, no you can’t do that Jennie”, “Now Jennie…”. Seriously, are you afraid that you will forget my name, or that I will cease to exist if you quit saying it? It’s not only annoying, it’s also incredibly condescending. This is often how adults address children. And I am no child.

2.Timeline view on facebook.If I wanted my myspace back, I would go back to myspace. It’s incredibly confusing, and makes me feel like an old person. There are too many boxes and too many things going on. Not to mention that it makes facebook stalking incredibly difficult. I can never find the info button, and am incredibly afraid that I’m going to press the wrong thing and accidentally friend/post/message someone I shouldn’t.

3.When people give their drink orders without mentioning the size.Seriously, it’s great that you’re cool enough to order your quad skinny vanilla latte light foam extra whip, 140 degrees and your name is Jimmy, but I can’t do anything with any of that information unless I have a size. I can’t write anything down on a cup until I have a cup. This is always followed by me asking you what size it was and then to repeat the entire drink order, because I can’t remember your ridiculous order. This is equally annoying when you give me the size, I pick up a hot cup, get through writing the entire thing, right in front of your face, and then you say “Oh and I want that iced”. Did you not see the cup I’m writing on?! Yes, this is your cup, not one I was writing from earlier, why didn’t you stop me?

4.Drunk texting.And this applies to both sending and receiving. I don’t know why I drunk text. It’s never a good idea. Seriously, I can’t ever remember a time when I woke up the next morning and was like, “Man, I am so glad I texted Bobby last night and told him he was my soulmate and that we should have babies together…”. And yet, I still drunk text, all the time. It’s gotten to the point where I delete my texts from last night without reading through them so I can avoid the morning after shame… On the flipside, I also seldom enjoy receiving drunk texts, especially if I am sober. It’s nice to know that I am your fallback friend/drunk hookup/booty call, etc., and even better when it’s paired with awful spelling and deplorable grammar. “I toak ax ambien so sooorry if I try to f*** you. Want c`ome ovsdaklgher? I have movies and beer.” Oh and by the way, that’s an actual text I received from someone while I was at work. Nothing about that seems enjoyable, think I’ll just stay home tonight…

5.When the passenger changes the radio/cd/music in my car.It’s my car. We’ll listen to whatever the hell I want to listen to. If you don’t like it, well then maybe you should’ve driven. End of story.

6. Dating. I’ve come to realize that at this age, the good guys are taken. This isn’t some jaded ranting, this is the truth. They are either in relationships, engaged, married. The ones that remain are split. 48% are busy sowing their oats, living up the single life and overcompensating for their single/virginal adolescence, these are the guys that were complete oddballs in high school and then got hot in college and are now getting with anything that walks and steering clear of any commitment before they lose their looks. Another 48% are still reeling from a bad breakup and are afraid of getting hurt again, so they too avoid commitment. And the other 4%? I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt, the good ones that I just haven’t found… And when I find where they’re hiding, I’m heading in that direction and never looking back…

I know there are more, and I’m sure that I will think of a million and one things I forgot after I post this… And then I’ll just have to post them as a part deux…