September 12th, 2010

The Winchesters look disgusted

Okay, something MUST be said.

I know I'm not what the world might call a "people person." I get that. Maybe one day, even soon, that the Lord God Almighty will change my heart and I won't be completely misanthropic.

Until then, though, the following list of folks will bother me.

1. People with no concept of personal space. Seinfeld called them 'close talkers.' Admittedly, and I've addressed this before, I have a personal space of about two feet all the way around me (an arm's length) that I like to maintain in public. I'm not talking about people I know, or my family, and I love affection - hugs and so forth. What I don't care for is people who stand within inches of me in the self checkout line at the grocery store. I mean, if I'd swayed even a little in one direction, this guy could've easily kissed me.

That, in my oh, so humble opinion, which incidentally happens to be right, is just too close for public consumption. In the immortal words of Bugs Bunny, "Quit steamin' up my tail." Give it a foot or two. Wait your turn. I'll be done when I'm done. And probably not before then, just so you know.

2. People who know everything. You know the type,right? The ones that give unsolicited advice whether you might need it or not? If I wanted your help, I'd ask for it. I'm not so conceited that I don't ask for help. I do. I ask for help all the time. ALL THE TIME. But sometimes I like to figure things out all by my little lonesome. And if you DO give advice, or unsolicited help, it's probably best if you don't talk down to the person that you're giving the advice to, treating them in the manner of a four year-old or similar.

THAT'S RIGHT. I'm talking to you, FedEx Office Paper Cutter guy. Keep it to yourself. I got along for thirty-seven years without you, and I'll probably make it the next thirty-seven without you, just so you know.

3. People who, in traffic, think they are the most important people on the planet.
You aren't, just so you know. Cutting me off so that you can get ahead of me and remain there through the next four lights? An effort in futility, friend.

The word 'friend' might be used in a sarcastic way.


I have a lot to atone for, this morning. What can I say? I'm a work in progress. God loves those people, and I should, too. But some people are harder to love than others. And until I get a little more grace, these folks will continue to rub my fur the wrong way.

Just so you know.