I don't know what it is, but other people have really started to grate on me. It's like I've suddenly been hit with a dose of intolerance. Here are some examples, feel free to flame, sympathise with me and share experiences, or look at me like this
- When stocking up at work, if someone comes close to me, waits for me to finish expectantly, leans over me, or takes something I have just put there, it makes me cringe internally with annoyance and want to yell 'fuck off you fucking fuck! Get away from my personal space!' unless its a child, of course.
- If I'm on the bus, and someone sits next to me, I tense up. Annoyance is thrown into the mix if I know there are tonnes of seating upstairs, but they are too lazy to go up (I'm 6 months pregnant so don't want to risk falling, what's your excuse?) I know they've paid their fayre, the same as me, but I want a gap next to me for the short 20 minutes that it takes me to get to work! If I'm reading the paper, I get really flustered, and want to scream because I can't open my paper fully.
- People sitting across from me when I'm eating. I just want space, I don't want to look into your eyes when I'm eating, nor do I want to hear you smacking your lips, not even just once.
- Big crowds. I live in Edinburgh, so you can imagine, especially during the Fringe, how packed the streets can be. I know I'm part of the problem, but most people are shoppers on their day off. I'm usually commuting to work, and I only shop when it's dead middle of the night in 24 hour Asda to avoid people. Couple this with having to dodge tourists stopping dead in the street to take photos of bagpipers/ castles and it really does my pan in. I just want to live!
- Supermarket arseholes. As I mentioned, I do my supermarket shopping late at night. This is partly because I hate the vultures congregating in the reduced bit. I rarely buy reduced items, but its actually just the sorry sight of them all battling it out over squashed 18 pence samosas that makes me want to pick my eyelashes out. Another thing I don't like is going to tills. I'd rather use the self-service. I'd rather just get the job done myself without the small talk, but I think this is mostly because my mum was once asked at the tills by a complete dingbat if she was 'On her second marriage' as my two brothers have a bit of an age gap .