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grrgoylPeople really annoy me. Some of them (most, it seems some days) are so self-centered and inconsiderate that it is a wonder they have survived as long as they have in polite society. But that is the problem, isn't it? There are no societal controls anymore because people are afraid to speak up in case the offender pulls out a gun or something. Except me. I have no problem speaking up, much to Tery's chagrin most of the time.
Hence my top three peeves of all time (in no particular order):
1.) Inconsideration and selfishness.
2.) Injustice.
3.) Idiotization of me. (Basically I despise being treated like an idiot. I just made this word up so my list would be pretty and begin with all "I's." I have an English degree; would you like to see my artistic license, Officer? Back off if you can't handle some liberties with my mother tongue.)
What prompted this mini-rant? you might be wondering. I had to go out to ship a package, one of my rare forays out of the house during the day. It was a beautiful day in Denver, blue skies, a soft breeze blowing, birds singing. I love silence and fully appreciate every minute of it after two years in the rundown, unattended-child-infested apartments that we moved from a year and a half ago. But in the parking lot was a man very noisily building something that resembled a towing trailer. The building noise wasn't bothersome per se (apart from the fact that this is a condo and the guy was using the parking lot like his personal backyard). No, my beef was with the very loud, very crappy Mexican music emanating from his truck. Now before someone jumps all over me as a racist, nothing could be further from the truth. I can't exactly say "some of my best friends are Mexican" (although Tabby is half, but you would never know it as she looks 100% Caucasian and speaks less Spanish than I do; but I would still be her friend even if she had a full moustache and wore a sombrero) but I generally try to be very open to other cultures and ways of life...that is, unless they are being forced down my throat. And try as I might, I simply cannot understand the appeal of what Tery and I have named "Mexican polka music" (we are both half-Polish), especially as it seems every time I have encountered it has been at concert-level decibels. To clarify, in fairness I would be irritated had he been playing my all-time favorite album (currently "Evanescence" for those who care about such things); it is not necessarily the choice of music, it is the fact that everyone in the neighborhood was being forced to listen to it. I won't even bring my CDs to parties because I am so sensitive to the fact that very few people share my taste in music, and I don't think music is something people should be subjected to (unless of course they are subjecting ME to THEIRS in which case I have no choice but to defend myself.)
So on my way out I shot him a scorching glare laced with a healthy dose of arsenic and lye. I thought my meaning was clear, but when I returned it was still blaring just as loudly. As proof of how much a bitch I can be, before coming downstairs I actually couldn't hear his music inside at all; but now that I knew he was out there being so inconsiderate and selfish, it would eat away at me unless I did something. So I told him flat out, "I work from home and your music is extremely distracting. Can you please turn it down?" (yes I know, in my head I am a wildcat, but in reality I do try to remain civil unless I absolutely have no choice but to resort to unpleasantness. Which certainly has happened before.) He complied quickly enough, but I spent the rest of the day wondering what goes through people's heads. "Here it is, a gorgeous, sunny day in a very quiet middle-class neighborhood." (Again, I am not a class snob, but I tend to associate the playing of loud, obnoxious music in public places with a ghetto. Or a Limp Bizkit concert.) "This place could use my personal touch, like horrible, ear-blasting music while I hammer together large pieces of metal!"
I guess what it boils down to is I am sick and tired of people behaving as if they were the only ones on the whole planet.
In unrelated news, have I mentioned yet today how much Pillsbury Toaster Streudel ROCKS???? Easily one of my favorite breakfast foods (except when you rip the icing packets apart and one of them tears at the bottom and you are forced to glomp the icing on the pastry instead of applying it the preferred way from the corner at the top. I really hate that. But y'all probably don't care anyway.)
Peace out
-=Lainey=-
Hence my top three peeves of all time (in no particular order):
1.) Inconsideration and selfishness.
2.) Injustice.
3.) Idiotization of me. (Basically I despise being treated like an idiot. I just made this word up so my list would be pretty and begin with all "I's." I have an English degree; would you like to see my artistic license, Officer? Back off if you can't handle some liberties with my mother tongue.)
What prompted this mini-rant? you might be wondering. I had to go out to ship a package, one of my rare forays out of the house during the day. It was a beautiful day in Denver, blue skies, a soft breeze blowing, birds singing. I love silence and fully appreciate every minute of it after two years in the rundown, unattended-child-infested apartments that we moved from a year and a half ago. But in the parking lot was a man very noisily building something that resembled a towing trailer. The building noise wasn't bothersome per se (apart from the fact that this is a condo and the guy was using the parking lot like his personal backyard). No, my beef was with the very loud, very crappy Mexican music emanating from his truck. Now before someone jumps all over me as a racist, nothing could be further from the truth. I can't exactly say "some of my best friends are Mexican" (although Tabby is half, but you would never know it as she looks 100% Caucasian and speaks less Spanish than I do; but I would still be her friend even if she had a full moustache and wore a sombrero) but I generally try to be very open to other cultures and ways of life...that is, unless they are being forced down my throat. And try as I might, I simply cannot understand the appeal of what Tery and I have named "Mexican polka music" (we are both half-Polish), especially as it seems every time I have encountered it has been at concert-level decibels. To clarify, in fairness I would be irritated had he been playing my all-time favorite album (currently "Evanescence" for those who care about such things); it is not necessarily the choice of music, it is the fact that everyone in the neighborhood was being forced to listen to it. I won't even bring my CDs to parties because I am so sensitive to the fact that very few people share my taste in music, and I don't think music is something people should be subjected to (unless of course they are subjecting ME to THEIRS in which case I have no choice but to defend myself.)
So on my way out I shot him a scorching glare laced with a healthy dose of arsenic and lye. I thought my meaning was clear, but when I returned it was still blaring just as loudly. As proof of how much a bitch I can be, before coming downstairs I actually couldn't hear his music inside at all; but now that I knew he was out there being so inconsiderate and selfish, it would eat away at me unless I did something. So I told him flat out, "I work from home and your music is extremely distracting. Can you please turn it down?" (yes I know, in my head I am a wildcat, but in reality I do try to remain civil unless I absolutely have no choice but to resort to unpleasantness. Which certainly has happened before.) He complied quickly enough, but I spent the rest of the day wondering what goes through people's heads. "Here it is, a gorgeous, sunny day in a very quiet middle-class neighborhood." (Again, I am not a class snob, but I tend to associate the playing of loud, obnoxious music in public places with a ghetto. Or a Limp Bizkit concert.) "This place could use my personal touch, like horrible, ear-blasting music while I hammer together large pieces of metal!"
I guess what it boils down to is I am sick and tired of people behaving as if they were the only ones on the whole planet.
In unrelated news, have I mentioned yet today how much Pillsbury Toaster Streudel ROCKS???? Easily one of my favorite breakfast foods (except when you rip the icing packets apart and one of them tears at the bottom and you are forced to glomp the icing on the pastry instead of applying it the preferred way from the corner at the top. I really hate that. But y'all probably don't care anyway.)
Peace out
-=Lainey=-
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Date: 2003-09-07 01:39 am (UTC)See, I live in San Diego, about 30 minutes from the Mexican border.
About half the population here is Mexican, and my house happens to be right next to a huge apartment complex full of em.
Which means, Mexican music BLASTING for at least 12 hours a day. Sometimes, they keep it going until the wee hours of the morning.
It's great fun. -___-
Hehe, but at least he turned it down for ya when you asked, right?
1.) Inconsideration and selfishness.
Yep, that's in my top 3 list as well. Right after my greatest annoyance which is extremely self-centered people.
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Date: 2003-09-08 01:05 am (UTC)Oh my God I would move so fast. That is EXACTLY what I am talking about. People who absolutely don't care if they might be bothering someone else. I fucking HATE THEM. My sympathies, really.