Pouty lips, Longhorns, ignorance among few things that annoy me

by Andrew Garvin, news editor

 

Everyone has his or her pet peeves.

I am definitely not an exception. As much as I try to tolerate everyday’s pros and cons, everyone has those days when every little thing “grinds your gears.”

That saying, for instance, ticks me off. What gear are we grinding exactly? Since when do humans have gears? I could care less where the saying is derived from, and the fact that people still use it today amazes me.

I know this is an annoyance for all individuals on campus. Say you are late for your class. You are desperately scanning the parking lot looking for any sign of a vacancy. The clouds part, and sunlight shines on a gap between two fairly large vehicles. You speed down the parking lot, and right as you begin to thank the powers above, you see the motorcycle. Small cars have a tendency to do this, as well.

What about public restrooms? I am not talking about those that are well kept. Those are hard to find anyway. I am talking about those that are constantly wet. Why are they always wet? Call a plumber for crying out loud. The stalls tend to be broken, and you will be lucky to find any soap for miles.

Ever met anyone who was rich, but acted poor? How about vice versa? Why do people feel the need to be someone else? I would blame the media, but that tends to be the scapegoat for every theft, murder, and any other negative act of violence you can come across.  It is not the media’s fault that Timmy turned into a problem child. He should not be watching the third season of  “Crime Scene Investigators” in the first place, and you wonder how he learned how to hot wire the family vehicle.

Have you ever seen the over exhilarated mom at a t-ball game?

What about the angry dad? That has got to be one of the funniest things, and probably the most humiliating, for the wife of this father. Your kid might have been safe, but you cannot expect him to get to the World Series when he runs to third instead of first. Also, most of these games are umpired by teenagers. Given that, how much of a man are you when you belittle the 16-year-old in referee stripes?

 The Internet opens up a whole new world of things that annoy me. Have you ever tried to rEaD sOmEtHiNg TyPeD LiKe ThIs? See, I bet that just annoyed you. How about the people who type in all CAPS? My Dad has a bad habit of this, but I think it is due solely to technological ignorance. Not his fault, it is the generation gap.

This might be because I am a photojournalism major, but grammatical errors really irk me. Again, I am not an exception to this, but how hard is it to spell something correctly? Every computer in the free world has spell-check now-a-days.

Presidental elections anger me, but we’re not going to get into that.

When I was younger, receiving clothes as a Christmas gift really gets old.  What 8-year-old wants socks, or overalls?

Why do people say, “Can I ask you a question?” That is clearly a question, leaving you no options, but to answer.

There is always that one guy in class who everyone hates, but they are still nice to him, even though everyone is secretly wishing he would drop the class.

Ever notice how girls will call a guy sexist, but turn around and say, “girls are soooooooo the smarter sex”?

Aggies and Texas fans make me mad.

People who wear sunglasses at night, or inside buildings are dumb.

One thing that fires me up is when girls pout their lips in every self-taken photo.

What is the point of pouting the lips? Isn’t that a facial expression that is reserved for sadness? Then why convey that in a photo? Especially one that is taken by the person for the sole purpose of a new Myspace default picture.

We can all agree, as men, that the pouty-lip face is horrid and most certaintly unattractive. It is a look that only whores possess.

Another thing that curdles my blood is when a friend comes up and says, “Do you know what I love? Mashed potatoes.” They don’t even give you time to guess, much less answer the question.

An empty beer can is one of the most frustrating experiences an inhebriated college student of age can go through. One reason it can be so upsetting is because it can lead to a number of problems.

Take, for example, you walk up to a fellow college student of age and ask him or her to hold your beverage of choice while you go to the bathroom. When you get back and politely ask your companion to hand back your beverage of choice, you find out that he placed it among an army of empty beverage cans.

This can easily send your already-buzzed mind into a frantic surge. Not knowing which is yours, you shake every can until you find the one you think is sufficiently filled to the level of your previous beverage.

When you take a test sip to make sure this beverage is indeed yours, you find a surprise rush of ash and cigarette butts tickling your tonsils.

Then the last can you pick up, the one you skipped the first time because you figured “there is no way this one is mine,”  ends up being your beverage the whole time.

This barely grazes the tip of the iceberg, and everyone has his or her  own set of annoyances. I apologize if I have offended you, but in all honesty, that also angers me.

It is not like I wrote this article solely to get your panties in a wad. Unless you are an Aggie or Longhorn.