Hypocrisy.
Complaint ridden apathy.
Micromanaging.
These are a few of my pet peeves, or things that I have no patience for.
As a parent, I find myself being an open hypocrite. Levi, just because Mommy said a bad word doesn’t mean you can. Those words are adult words, not Levi words. For example. Nothing, though, would burn my britches more than my mother telling me I had to hang up my coat as a younger person, only to have my father come home and hang his on the chair.
“Why do the rules NOT apply to him?” I moaned.
Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine. “Well,” I retort, “why don’t you do something about it?” “Nothing will ever work.” “Have you tried?” “No.” “Then, how do you know?” “It’s the system, man!” Don’t complain to me if you don’t have a plan to do something about it. I’m tired of your whining and this issue isn’t important to me. I don’t care if all the stop lights aren’t timed.
“Could you bag the bread please?” “Sure! Here you go!” “Oh, no, not like that, it should be double bagged and sliced first.” Riiiiiight. Well, one, why didn’t you say that in the first place. Two, why couldn’t you have done it yourself if you were so damned particular? Three, I have coined the term “doers discretion”. That means, if you give something to someone to do, you have to give them the discretion and the freedom to do it.
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