In the spirit of tapering off steroids, which makes me a major grump, and in the hopes that airing these frustrations with the rest of the world will help me stop obsessing over them, here is a list of things that irritate me. No serious things, like poverty and hunger, just the funny ones.
Yet another genius way for people to tell me things I don't care to know. I'm at the end of my rope with twitter right now. The majority of the people I follow on twitter are people from France, and reading about their escapades and watching them banter back and forth all day long just reminds that it's a world I no longer belong to, and that I do not have anything interesting to tweet about. Last week and this week I'll be spending four days at the hospital getting transfusions and testing and what not. Fun topics to tweet about, right? It makes me insanely jealous. I will be taking a twitter break for at least this next week to try to keep myself sane. We'll see if it lasts that long. As much as twitter is poisonous, it is amazingly addicting.
People who complain about things that are their own fault
This is another reason why twitter irritates me. It's yet another forum for people to complain about everything, no matter how trivial. Facebook, are you listening??? I hate it when people complain about things they could easily fix if they just sat down and thought about it for a couple of minutes. First on the list is, of course, money. I know that the economy is terrible, that most people my age are working crap jobs and not making a lot of money, but if I have to listen to another person who is constantly going out to restaurants, bars, movies, etc complain about their finances I am going to scream. You want more money in your pocket? Cut out your daily coffee, that'll save you a bunch every week. Go out to a restaurant only once a month, go to happy hour for drink specials instead of spending an arm and a leg at the bar, or pre-game it at your house college style.
Related to this is when people complain that they can't travel because they don't have enough money. Well, in order to travel you need to save up for it folks! I traveled a bunch while I was in France but I saved the money to do that by buying cheaply at the grocery store, usually not going out for coffee or drinks or anything more than twice a week and even then limiting how much I consumed, watching how much I spent shopping, and taking advantage of travel sales and my Carte 12-25.
Related to this is when people complain that they don't have anyone to travel with. It's true that for some destinations traveling can be prohibitively expensive if you're only traveling with one person, and it's great to have a travel buddy, but don't restrict yourself just because you don't like being alone! You will certainly meet people if you stay in a hostel, and you'll regret not traveling a lot more than you will regret traveling alone. Sure, it's a little awkward to eat dinner by yourself, but who cares? You will literally never see those people again. If it bothers you that much get a take out kebab and eat it on a bench outside or in your hostel. I'm so glad I took a chance and went traveling by myself: Strasbourg, Bruges, Brussels, Chartres, Rouen, and kind of London and Nice (had friends who lived in both places who I hung out with for some of the time I was there). And of course most of the times I went to Paris I went in by myself for the day, did whatever I wanted and then went home in the evening. You will miss out on so much if you can't just get up and go on your own.
When I don't get my food right away at a restaurant
When I go out to a restaurant to eat, I'm hungry. I'm ready to eat right after I've ordered, not 45 minutes later! I understand that it means they're making my food nice and fresh, or that they're backed up in the kitchen, there are many reasons for the wait. I just want my food! I don't want to fill up on bread, I just want the food. I don't like it when it doesn't come out right away, which is of course, never. Now, when we went to Macaroni Grill on Sunday night to load up on pasta before Pesach they were very fast, so they get big points for that. And weirdly, the restaurant was more full when we got there at 6:20 than it was when we left over an hour later. It was very bizarre to me, very different from France.
In other news my scans and tests came back clean, so I am still NED: no evidence of disease, also known as remission.