Sharing 11 Things That Really Bother Me
David Letterman's Late Show on CBS
Other people and things that "bother" me
Writer's note: This hub is sincerely dedicated to one of my valued-followers, "lovelife," who in the past has shared with me some things bother her. Thanks, lovelife, for your inspiration for this hub. Kenneth.)
I'm a member of the human race. Glad to be alive and able to type this story too. But being a human doesn't cover my inadequacies and flaws such as people, things and situations that I allow to bother me.
And by bother I mean, bother to a point of my almost losing what sense I have as a member of "the top of the food chain." I get ashamed of myself for being so weak when it comes to "certain" people and events that "these" people cause and do not take any responsibility for. That too, is a bother to me.
But I keep trying. And trying to overcome my flaws and be a victorious person, smiling to everyone I meet. At least, that is a future goal for me to reach. I didn't say I was a quitter.
Before I share the "10 Things That Really Bother Me," please allow me to set this up so you will understand where I am coming from. And you also might relate to some or all of the 10 things I am listing below.
There I am minding my own business. Not bothering anyone. And as if I haven't seen this "train wreck" happening a hundred times before, there "they" are. The people who seemingly thrive on doing stupid and unneeded things just for the sake of bothering me. And those around me. Things that cause my nerves to be on edge. My teeth grind. And jaws set firmly against the other. In short, these things not only bother me, but cause me to "bottle up" my much-warranted anger.
But I don't. I keep moving. Keep my mouth shut and get back to my home as fast as I can. But you can bet your bottom dollar that when I fall asleep that night, I see "these" people who produce things that bother me again and again in tormented dreams. I should have played off the Bruce Willis movie, "Sixth Sense," "I see bothersome people," but that would be cheap of me.
So here they are . . .the "11 Things That Really Bother Me," in technicolor and surround-sound.
1.) The term, "live audience," used on many television talk shows at the end of the show. Okay. Do I really believe that "any" television, theater, or film is going to be produced in front of a "dead" audience?
2.) Pharmacists wearing white coats. Why? Doctors used to wear white coats in the late 50's to the mid-60's. Why not be a "maverick," and wear a nice sports shirt with a name tag that reads, "Larry Donnley, Pharmacist," and do your thing behind the counter. No more being intimidated by a "guy in a white coat."
3.) Hospital clerks who check you in saying, "please sign here," okay, fine. What if "I" am bleeding to death, paralyzed and can barely speak my name? Get real, hospital personnel. Just look at my personal I.D. or driver's license. Or maybe the person who drove me to your medical care establishment may know me. Yeah, that makes sense.
4.) When I am doing business with companies and hear the representative say, "could, " as in be there by a certain time, or "may," be subject to area availabilities, then I get the shakes. Why doesn't huge corporations just be up front with potential customers? Is it really that hard? But if "we," the customer are late with a payment, why can't we use, "well, sir, my check "may" or "may not" be reaching you in two days. Or "yeah, I "could" work harder to remember if I mailed it or not, but I'm not going to.
5.) People who act like "jelly fish," and get on to me by saying, "Ken, you shouldn't be so angry," when "they" are the ones who provoked by physically, mentally or emotionally abusing an elderly person, a defenseless child or animal. Yeah, you are so right. I should mask my true feelings at your barbaric act. But I won't. I am a terrible actor.
6.) People who invite me to ride with them to a seminar or some social event and we agree on a time for them to pick me up and they are thirty-minutes to an hour late, never call to tell me why, and when they "do" arrive, "act" like nothing is wrong. Now let's play "If The Shoe's On The Other Hoof Game." If "I" am late, even five minutes late in picking these same joker's up to take them somewhere, it's "Ken, why didn't you call me? I was worried! That tardiness is not acceptable." So, buddy, why not ride with another sucker and leave me be.
7.) Clerks in stores who use this term loosely, "be with you in a minute," but cannot break themselves away from their co-workers who are enjoying some good stories about last night's "kegger," at "Mike Tommy," the assistant to the assistant manager's house that they are "surprised" that after I hear "be with you in a minute," over 40 times, I suddenly find it necessary to leave.
8.) (In my single days), girls who spent the evening either praising, "Shark," their "ex," or comparing me to "Shark," in ways I shall not publish on HubPages.
9.) (still in my single days), girls who insist that "I" tell them the truth and when they ask, "you think that she's pretty?" and I say, "yes," then they blow-up like a cheap firecracker. They were the ones who laid the groundwork, not me, so chill, girls I don't miss to this day.
10.) People in stores who insist on "me" holding their pet dog, "Snoozer," and they say, "he's got a touch of diarrhea," and laugh their heads off as "Snoozer," lets fly the contents of his bowels all over my new shirt from Target. I got it. Why don't "I" "go" on "Snoozer's" owner's shoes the next time I get diarrhea? Fair is fair after all.
And I guess "the" one thing that bothers the daylights out of me is . . .
11.) People who have the gall or nerve, or both, to stand in my face and tell me, "Ken, hardly anything in life bothers "me."
That's fantastic. I applaud your disciplined-personality. And mental focus.
I can relate. My parents raised me to "never," call anyone a liar. So I'm not.
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