Everyone has at least one pet peeve. Maybe it’s that loud chewing thing. Maybe it’s nasal voices. For every human foible there is someone who just can’t stand it. I have a few. But two stand out in my mind the most.
The first one is relatively simple. I hate being interrupted. Unless people are about to die or be severely injured, it is not going to hurt to wait the ten damn seconds it will take for me to finish a sentence and notice that you’re eagerly waiting to say something.
The second one is a bit more complicated, but still important.
“Are you sure?”
I loathe this question. I hate it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.
It usually comes after someone has asked me if I want to do a thing. Or try a thing. Or maybe just want a thing. Sometimes I have to take a moment to carefully consider the options laid out before me before I make my decision. Do I have enough time? Energy? Money? If I answer No after that lengthy pause, then it is almost always followed up with that question.
This tells me two things.
1: You do not respect my choice.
2: You do not have faith in my ability to make said choice.
Some have said they were just making sure because I hesitated. No, bitch. I was not hesitating. I was carefully thinking over the options so I could make a responsible adult decision.
People need to stop petting my peeves.