Pet Peeves and Minor Irritations-Three Things That Get On My Nerves

I was thinking about this after it was brought to my attention that I wasn't listening. That I was not paying attention. "Who me not listen, say what?"

Minor Irritation 1

"Do you think you need to have your meds changed?"

No I don't think so, I just never pay attention. Seriously, it is a major character flaw of mine that I really need to work on. I can be looking straight into your eyes, shaking my head along yes uh uh yeah uh...but it flows right through to the other side. I know that's bad. Probably even mean, and rather rude. But I am thinking of something else. Like uh I have to feed the cat. I have to wax my car. I have to change the channel. Seriously. It's crazy. I try so hard to concentrate on what you are saying. I look you in the eye. I try reading your lips. I can't hear you.

I hate it when someone asks me about my meds to begin with. Since they really don't have a clue what they do anyway. Well maybe they know a little. But if I blink mysteriously cock eyed doesn't mean I need a med change. So don't ask me that for something stupid like not paying attention, especially when I've done it my whole life.

If I start walking down the sidewalk like a duck, feel free to ask. Because rest assured I need my meds changed. Did I mention I was bipolar? Yes that would explain the asking about med changes. Or if I get all quirky with my OCD rituals. Still I have a serious lack of listening.

Pet Peeve 1

Miss Cricket smoking in the car and not rolling down the window is so exasperating. Now I am all for a good smoke, as long as it is in another state. And I am not in it. Really! It's bad enough smoking in the house, the stink gets on my skin and I'm inhaling second hand smoke into my precious lungs, and it's messing up my allergies, I'm going blind while that crap seeps into my hazel peepers. Oops sorry it's not my house.

I can uninvite myself, thank you. How rude of me. It's my car though. I let you smoke. You can at least roll the window down. Rolling your eyes and whining is only gonna get you left on the side of the road. Miss cricket I don't care that your 65. Really! I am so sorry you don't want to mess up your hair. Lungs um -hair -lungs um hair you decide, no-I'll decide. Bam! Roll down the damn window mom!

Minor Irratation 2

A therapist telling me her life story. Now this is just a bowl of cherries I'd rather not eat. Because what does she want from me? What exactly is she expecting me to say? Oh jeez I am sorry your mother died, your dad is in a nursing home, your dog is sick, your son shot his girlfriend, your daughter is a lesbian, your husband ran off with your psychiatrist, and someone stole your identity. I'm just bipolar.

That will be 350.00 dollars please. Really! I just usually stare right through my therapist when she starts with details about her private life. Like I seriously don't want to be friends with you. I somehow think less of her. She is less professional when she starts talking about her problems. This has happened to me once to often. I can talk to my niece, I'll just tell her what to say, and all I have to do is buy her an ice cream cone. Cycle of weirdness for me.

Well there you have it. One pet peeve and two minor irritations. And life goes on.