Good evening, all- thank you for joining us for the least serious diary of any given month. 1st Sundays at KosAbility are devoted to getting acquainted, chit-chat (there was an actual restaurant in my hometown named the Chat and Chew), and some nominal topic that may or may not be pursued. Tonight is pet peeves, those things that just bite your last nerve ending and don't let up.
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I've had a few, over time, but the one anymore that just chaps my behind is people who want to tell you a political joke, a very, very stupid one. These folks fall into two categories for me, the ones who don't know your political leanings, and those who do. I've honestly been unable to decide which group I dislike more.
But leaving that aside, the pretext and the content are so simpleminded that a kindergartener would get it, and not wanting to reward someone for that level of humor, I usually just put on my best blank stare, and respond with something along the lines of "I don't understand?" - And I swear, every single time, those people will repeat the stupid/bigoted/ignorant joke four or five times, without any clue that what I don't get isn't the content of the joke, but their fascination with a stupid/bigoted/ignorant/otherwise offensive 'joke'.
And here is a new, more immediate peeve: After 6 years, I finally saw the optometrist this week, and I'm just old enough to warrant bifocals or some other complicated combination of vision aids. 'Some other complicated combination' seemed to be the order of the day, so now I've got contacts for distance, readers for close up (reading, needlework, painting), and this acclimatization period is driving me crazy. Every coping mechanism that I've developed over a lifetime of being nearsighted to the point of effectively blind is the complete opposite of what I need to do to see clearly now.
AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Note to self: DO NOT CURSE ALOUD OVER THESE FRUSTRATIONS!
The upside is that I look way better in contacts and these cool purple readers with rhinestone bling(still looking for the sparkly chain to wear them around my neck) than I do my brother-in-law's old Buddy Holly specs, and now I have a reason for better eyeshadow and mascara- Texan is looking forward to that. But this is going to require some adjustment, I think.
Please extend a welcoming hand to our new members and potential members, should they choose to unlurk and comment. The floor is all y'alls- what pet peeves chap your behinds?