Pet Peeves and People Problems

Here, for you to delight in, are five of my pet peeves, and, to balance it out, five little things that brighten my day.

The Peeves

1. Mushrooms

Let me explain. I love eating mushrooms: mushroom soup, penne con funghi, mushroom in claypot stew…but when they’re alive? And in the ground? Ohmygosh, they freak me out. Look at them, so orange and curly and weird. I shudder at you, ugly fungal growths. Shudder.

2. People who Capitalise Things that are Not supposed to Be In Capitals

In order to Illustrate just how Annoying this is, I am going to Randomly turn Regular Words into Pronouns. Come on, People! Capitalisation is Not a form of placing Emphasis! It is grammatically incorrect and Drives Some Poor People Crazy.

3. Sidewalk hoggers

I have no problems with you, other than you walk too slow and sometimes you line up with your friends/partner/children and form a human wall. Sometimes you even zig zag at a leisurely pace so it’s very difficult to circumvent you. Grr.

4. Being poked

Poke. “Hi Grace!”

Do not do the above.

5. People peering over my shoulder

Not because I occupy myself with anything of the dodgy nature. But please ask, cough, or make your presence known. Don’t pretend you’re not looking. I know you are. I have eyes everywhere.


Now you’ve all seen how petty and ridiculous my pet peeves are ;D And I know they are, but we all have them. Last week, I was chatting to a few people I’ve never really had to chance to speak to before. Coming away from that conversation, I realised that a lot of the time, the disagreements, chafes and animosity between people arise from nothing more than pet peeves. We see something in a person that instantly makes a blip on our Annoyance Radar. We make a snap judgement, and then everything else that person does is tainted by our preformed conceptions.

This happens, I think, even more in group situations. A collective opinion somehow becomes more of a truth. But the lesson I’ve learnt is that you should always venture out and make your own judgements. Talk to people properly before you like or dislike them. And never draw a final verdict…because more often than not, you’ll look back and realise you were wrong.


The little happinesses:

1. Waking up and realising you can sleep in as long as you like

2. When you come out of the toilet at a restaurant to see that your food has arrived (I stole this one from Pulp Fiction!)

3. Compliments from strangers

4. That gentle ache in your muscles from a good exercise

5. Parcels on the doorstep


My final exam is tomorrow! I am so nervous. Wish me luck, amigos. See you on the other side! I can’t wait for the sweet, sweet taste of freedom…for four weeks at least :)




The Mexican fisherman

You may have heard this little story before. I heard it a long time ago but it must have struck a chord in me because every so often it drifts back into my mind :) It reminds me to continually evaluate the meaning of success. Hope you find a gem of thought in this too!

The businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The businessman complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied only a little while.

The businessman then asked why he didn’t stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The businessman then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time? The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos; I have a full and busy life, señor.”

The businessman scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and I could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats; eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor and eventually open your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City where you would run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But señor, how long will this all take?” To which the businessman replied, “15-20 years.” “But what then, señor?” The businessman laughed and said, “That’s the best part! When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.” “Millions, señor? Then what?” The businessman said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”