Welcome to this month’s By Invitation Only conversation. Today our group of international bloggers, under the leadership of Marsha Harris (when you click hereshe will direct you to the others) will be discussing: The Five Things That Drive Us Crazy.
“Drive Me Crazy” as it turns out, is rather constraining for me. I thought many, many things put me into this state, but upon serious examination, fewer than five make me nuts.
Like all of us I would imagine, I hate the big things: bigotry, cruelty, bullying, insensitivity. . . and wish people were just generally kinder with one another. I’ve never understood how kindness doesn’t come naturally in human nature. If kindness fails in some situations, substitute good manners. At least that shows respect even if it is formalized.
Most situations, on a day-to-day basis that give me pause are merely annoying, boring or not worth raising my blood pressure to react.
However, I am not the cool, relaxed, water off of a duck’s back sort of creature I would like to be. A few things do drive me crazy, for example:
1.) People who make assumptions about what I’m thinking or feeling. A former friend was always telling me how and why I felt a certain way or what I really wanted to say. Did she ask me? No she did not. When I explained that she was dead wrong, she argued with me and told me she knew what was on my mind and that I simply wouldn’t admit it.
You can see why we are no longer friends. (Actually there is a lot more to that saga, but we don’t have the time.)
2.) Like me, like my dog. I can’t quite wrap my head around people who do not like dogs. Now, don’t misunderstand me (as I was saying above) I can comprehend why someone cannot or does not own one, or may be afraid of them for some reason, but to not like dogs is, for me, impossible.
Now, I’ve probably made some of you crazy. You may think I’m overreacting. Maybe I am. But really, I can’t be good friends with someone who doesn’t like dogs. That’s just the way it is.
3.) People who do not listen. You know they’re thinking about what they plan to say next, and may even interrupt to get it in quickly, before you’ve finished what you’re saying.
Imagine, if we listened carefully we could learn something, maybe we could be changed in some way. At the very least it shows we have good manners.
4.) The deterioration of spoken English. It’s very, very sad I think. I’m not talking about the evolution of language, but rather the slow chipping away at its beauty and meaning.