What is your biggest pet peeve in the entire world? Some times people will prompt this question, and often times I come up with something that I find mildly irritating. I’m not really a hateful person. I’m very quick to forgive, and usually I associate a bad mood with a bad day/experience. Giving people the benifit of the doubt has made my life a lot easier. I don’t get mad at bad drivers, or mean teachers, or ignorant class mates. Perhaps they are not having the best day – and ignorance is just what is coming out. Maybe it’s a long stretch, but it is healthier for me to do this.
But, there is one thing that drives me absolutely crazy. What is it, you ask? When people are LAZY my head starts to spin. I just can’t handle it. Now, I’m not talking about your kind of lazy. The “Honey will you take out the garbage because I’m watching TV” kind of lazy, or the buying McDonald’s for dinner because you’ve had a crazy day and you’re exhausted kind of lazy. I’m talking about the kind of lazy where… it’s your own fault. Like, you’ve spent all day working on a ridiculous spread sheet of everything you need to do, that you don’t have time to do any of it. Or you’ve spent all day watching TV, and now you don’t have time to make dinner. Or you have convinced yourself that something minuscule is important, and thus you ignore the important things. It drives me crazy because I know people who works their butts off all day, and often times all night (parents? any one? lol), and then they keep going. Sure, they have an occassional lazy moment where it is just easier to do something that will save them stress.
I am actually really pissed off right now about a specific some one who is probably the laziest person I have ever met – but I don’t like to talk specifics on here. It tends to bite me in the butt. So I won’t. I just feel like, I am working so so so hard with this internship on top of all of my other classes, and I still manage to get dinner on the table and the house is reasonably clean, and my husband is still breathing and my dogs haven’t chewed the furniture apart – so life is good. But it is good because I take responsibility for my problems and my time, and I am ever so careful to manage my time so that I can do things I enjoy (like watching TV all day on Saturday) and still be productive. I guess what I’m saying is there needs to be a balance. Yes, feel free to give yourself the night off, but don’t do it every night – organize better. Prepare better. I would rather have a crazy hectic life with a few messes around my house, than sit on my butt all day doing nothing, and paying some one else to do every thing for me. Prideful? Probably.
Knowing all of this about me, I have a confession to make. On Monday – I forgot to make dinner. When I am stressed and busy, I don’t eat a lot. I just… forget. So I didn’t make dinner. Tuesday morning I asked B-man if we had dinner the night before, and he said no. lol. I hadn’t even realized. Of course! The man can feed himself! I guess we had a kind of late lunch, so all was well and good, but I think my brain really is turning to mush!