Things That Annoy Me, But Shouldn't

So huggable and approachable!

 

Hey, it ain't knockin' boots unless you're both wearing boots...

Quote from my college roommate "I wasn't sure when I saw two pairs of combat boots on the floor, but then I saw the bra and realized it must be Amy. You really oughta leave a note out, dude."

 

Wore the pre-bosnia chezc armies, "greezies". Loved them boots, alas, no more *sigh*

 

Oh, yeah. Our mailboxes are drive-up, but too many morons will sit there reading their mail.

 

If you cannot - then the eye doctor will pluck it out --> immediate relief, and an end to your pink eye condition, respectfully. And a nice conversation with an ophthomatrombonist.
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I'll nominate "mother's choice." She says that when you're in hospital and there is bad news to receive the 'specialist team' of people talking in soft voices are summoned - the people trained on the "talking in soft voices course." She said by the end of the "ordeal" they were desperate just for somebody to tell them something in an ordinary voice. A first world problem.

 

As opposed to the Cambodian Comedian Hospital?

 

You know,

'I am afraid, Mr Troll, to put it bluntly that the cancer has spread to your toe.'

CT shrugged in his nightgown. Down the end of the trolley, darling Flaw shrugged in her consolation.

'I've always been a binary kind of guy,' said CT and mocked cancer like a hero. 'Bye bye Pinkie.'

The consultant neuro-geriatric specialist cleared his throat. 'And also to your brain, m'lud,' he said.

Flaw shrugged her shoulders and CT swallowed, the dark mists enveloped his soul.

'The good news is that we can retrieve the tumours through your eyes,' said the consultant.

mmm WIP

 

This quote is not entirely satisfactory in a fiction setting. Surely the boots being size three might provoke the:

'That monster, abducting twelve year old boys!'

Roommate reached for the shotgun, his feet scuffed cups of a brassiere discarded on the boards,

'by god, and dressed as a woman.' He loaded the cartridges.

 

Yes, this is a pernickety pedant post, but so what?

I may be wrong, but I don't think cancer takes on individual appendages. Bones, blood, or organs to my knowledge. Also, how many toes does CT have in this story? Dare I ask where the cancer had started?

I have heard of little fingers being called pinkies, and toes being called little piggies. Never a pinkie as a toe. And as we all know, CT is a hero.

Two points. One: I would do a damn site more than shrug about the scenario, and two: No dark mists are allowed anywhere near CT's soul without passing by me first. Call it security.

 

@CT's travelling between wards and is a popular patient among staff and the charity flower-arranging officials. This clip presented is the critical scene at the top my arc, key figures smiling when the doctor steps into picture here at Wounded Knee clinic.

The tension doubled and compounded by Flaw's rush through double doors. As ever she wears poncho/sombrero twin-set having busted past the sheriff and his men at the border wires and waters of the Rio Grande - again. She is a fugitive, her e-fit on every wall.

SO poignancy entirely heightened as their eyes meet. 'Forever' they yearn - and the musical number [commences] - danced along stairwells of the hospital towards the roof. In short, a powerful and contemporary tearjerker for all times.

 

^^^ It was worth the pedant post to get this secondary snippet, IMHO.

 

It's also used by some speakers from England, and goes back a long time.

 

Maybe it's colloquial, but I've heard and used the term "pinky toe" all my life.

 

Yes - I researched - very surprised to see it went back ‘1000 years.’

 

calling my family.

the past few phone calls I've had with my parents and siblings have left me wanting to throw my phone against the wall.....

 

One of the last calls I had with my mum, I did end up throwing the phone on the floor.

 

At 4am last night, I woke to the sound of someone picking the lock on my door. Then there’s a click and my door swings open. My mom creeps in and slowly starts walking toward me in my bed. I ask her what she thinks she’s doing and she puts her face right in front of mine like she’s trying to get a good look at me in the dark and says “I wanted to see if you needed a blanket. The house is really cold tonight.”

She was probably trying to look for something in my room again while I was sleeping. I need a better lock on my door. It annoys the shit out of me how easy it is for her to invade my space. Maybe that’s the price of living in someone else’s house, so perhaps I shouldn’t be annoyed, but... ugh.

 

That first sentence was kinda Horror story. Have you considered writing Horror?
I think you might have a knack for it.

 

Yeah, I’ve considered it before lol. I’ll try to write something in that genre every so often and sometimes something spooky comes from it. Usually though it’s kinda cliche

 

One thing that annoys me a lot, even if it shouldn't? People who complain about other religions. I know this is a controversial topic, to say the least, and that alone proves my point. Can't we all just get along? But to elaborate, I once again had a little argument with someone about Muslims, especially the Middle-Eastern ones coming to the West. What's the big deal? No, really. What's the big deal? Christendom, Islam and Judeism are all based on the same texts, meaning they are in most ways the same religion. But different people interpret the different religions, uh, differently, so even Christendom isn't always Christendom. Protestantism, Catholism, Eastern Ortodox etc are all different forms of Christendom. They all sprung out from the same branch, and if we go further back on the religion tree, we find both Islam and Judeism on the same tree, as I said. Arguing which religion is the "best one" or "true religion" seems pointless to me, when they are all based on the same texts. Of course I respect that different people have different opinions about religion. If you worship Harry the Wonder Hamster as your true God, then fine by me. I don't care. Whatever makes you happy.

So no matter how we put it, you can pick just about any religion you want, and interpret it however you want. So if some Muslims from the Middle-East comes to my country and settles down next door to me, what does it matter? Am I supposed to go to bed afraid? Or should I welcome them with open arms, and give them the benefit of the doubt? Of course I'll welcome them with open arms. Black, white, Christian, Muslim, male, female, old, young, what does it matter to me? Treat me nice, and I'll treat you better. It's that simple. To me, anyway.