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Thursday, October 14, 2004 Some Things I Noticed I saw a thirty-something-year-old woman still wearing the jacket she got from high school as well as the same hair-do from that era. I knew she was thirty-something because her jacket said "1990". Is this incredibly funny or incredibly sad? I felt incredibly cruel just to have even noticed this. I hope anyone over the age of eighteen reading this post have not worn their high school jackets once they've gotten out of high school. Yeah, those things are probably expensive and you might as well get as much wear out of them as possible, but really, get with the times. At least wear a jacket that doesn't shout out when you graduated. Or maybe this is just me--I always viewed high school as a four year long blurry phase, not the highlight of my life. And can't my neighbors be quiet? Do they even know the meaning of the word "quiet"? Listening to shouting matches in the wee hours of the morning is not my idea of a fun time. Actually, to be honest, I think it would be better if they played their rap music at 4 AM. I could sleep through that (it's rhythmic, after all). I just don't like it when the neighbors are arguing and the only word coming out of their mouths is the F-word. It's not that I'm a prude--I'm only offended because they've replaced the beautiful variety of language to one single guttural sound. I am also not amused with young women who jabber away for the sole reason of filling in silence. I think I've mentioned this pet peeve before, but there it is, for those of you who don't know. I like silence and if you talk with no purpose except to kill silence, you will have gained my eternal irritation. I'm also not amused with the jabbering women's klutzy boyfriends who light up cigarettes in small, enclosed spaces and then bean me on the head simply because I'm in their way. I'm actually toying with the idea that people are annoying because they have a life or want a life. You know, a social life. People have wants and needs. I'm not denying the fact that people do. But when those wants and needs intrude upon my wants and needs (and really, I have very little of those)--oh, if only there was a way that I could whap some sense into them without getting into any trouble. But do people care if they've trampled over someone else to get to their wants and needs? Nooo. Whatever people say, life is a Darwinian rat race. I might as well gird myself with crankiness and plunge forth into the teeming morass. Pleasantness has no place with the self-centered. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 4:23 AM : ]
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