“You look tired.”
I AM tired!
But please don’t tell me so.
I thought I was doing okay, faking my way through the day, thinking that I look okay. But now that you’ve said I look tired I’m self-conscious and actually feel worse.
Miss Manners once wrote that you should never tell someone something about themselves that they are not able to change. For example, if they have spinach in their teeth tell them. They can immediately do something about it. But if they have a huge stain on their sweater let it go. They probably don’t have another one to change into right away.
I have two other pet peeves that bother me. Well make that three
The definition of pet peeves is “a frequent subject of complaint”.
That, above, is one of my pet peeves.
When writers include a whole Webster Dictionary definition of something it makes me wonder if they really only need to meet a certain word count. Can they not come up with something more original than this?
The other 2 pet peeves are daily things I deal with at work
As an ex-smoker, I may be one of the hardest people on smokers. I hate it when they smoke anywhere but the smoking zone. Seriously, can they not take the extra 14 steps to where they are supposed to be?
And don’t get me started on those who stand right beside the entrance door, literally under the sign that says, No Smoking within 50 feet of the doors.
This is even made worse at hospitals. Come on people!!
My other pet peeve has to do with parking
I waited two years to get into the “premium” parking lot at work. When finally a bunch of people retired, I was able to secure a spot in this coveted space. It’s only steps to the entrance door, kept clear of snow, and is never full so there’s no worry of not having a space.
For this luxury, I pay premium prices. Generally I’m quite frugal, but this is one thing that actually reduces my daily stress and improves my quality of life.
So when I see cars in the lot without the little black tag hanging from their rear view mirror, I see red!
The lot is obviously marked, Premium. The entrance clearly states that you need a pass to park in this lot. These people are blatantly flaunting the fact that they don’t care.
I suppose those who have a handicap sticker must feel the same about those who park in the coveted spaces by the front of stores. This, of course, is a more serious issue than my pet peeve and a topic for another story.
These are 4 pet peeves that come to mind quickly. I’m sure if I spent more than five minutes thinking about it I’d come up with many more. Like homes that leave old appliances and dead cars littered across their lawn like some steel graveyard. Or people who walk up the wrong side of the stairs against traffic. Argg.
But I don’t want to go there.
As a matter of fact, I am trying to do quite the opposite.
I have started to memorize scripture passages and one of the first ones I have committed to memory is Philippians 4:8 (NIV) which says,
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things.
I say this verse every morning as I get in my car and drive to work. I am praying that it will soak into my synapses and trigger me to stop my focus on pet peeves and instead put it on pleasant things.
It isn’t easy to give up these grievances in my mind. These thoughts come from exposure to a negative experience I’ve had in the past.
But I believe that the battle is in the mind and scripture is the weapon I will use to win this war.
As I grow older, I don’t want to become like the crotchety old lady, Maxine, of Crabby Road cartoon fame but instead I want to be the pleasant woman who smiles and sees the best in others (like my mom).
Kimberley Payne’s writing relates raising a family, pursuing a healthy lifestyle, and everyday experiences to building a relationship with God. Through her work, Kimberley hopes to inspire women to live healthier lives that glorify God.