I’m on my way to somewhere very important and so I’m just going down the road thinking that I can make it there in time. That is in fact a lie. Why is that? Someone is in the fast lane going along at a snail like pace. I would be fine with the pace if it was at least the speed limit, but my speed control drops down. First I’m going two under, now five, now I don’t even think I am on the freeway. The people in the lane that are getting off at an exit are going faster and I am trapped in between cars. My parents are from L.A. so driving around the faster side was the way I was brought up, I just can’t help it.
Another pet peeve of mine is feet. I cannot stand when other people’s feet touch me. It is one of the most revolting things on this planet to me. I do not understand why other people can paint their friends toenails, give feet massages, or anything else having to do with feet. Why would anyone want to touch those nasty things?
It is no one’s fault that I despise feet. There really is no solution because I have tried to get over how disgusting they are. I do not freak out any more when someone’s foot creeps into my personal bubble and ends up touching me. I just move away. As far as my pet peeve of others driving too slowly I try to slow things down. I do not get mad, I just get in a different lane or think about how I am in no rush and I can take this time to think or listen to my music without my roommates saying they don’t like the stuff I listen to. My pet peeves are just a matter of self-control.
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