Don't mind me...

Well, I'm not really sure of what has driven me to this particular post. I've been a little stressed out about personal things lately (strike that "a little," change it to "unbelievably"), and when I get stressed, I get cranky and judgmental. Yay!! And with that appropriately brief introduction, here are a few things that were getting on my nerves just yesterday:

Okay, dude, call me old-fashioned, but if you open the door, turn around, and make eye contact with me, I AM going to assume that you were opening it FOR me!!

Word to the wise - don't pause to put your jacket and backpack on across the hall from one of those student-run information booths promoting a random student-run organization. That is unless you have 5 minutes to spare, and you're really good at not letting your eyes look glazed-over.

I never really liked automatically flushing toilets in the first place. I just changed clothes for my dance class in one. The toilet flushed 4 times, and the automatized toilet paper was touching the floor by the end. Doesn't that seem a tad unnecessary?!

Can it be ANY easier for me to accidentally say something stupid and hurtful? I'm just saying, sarcasm has been working like a gem, but since I've become such a pro at it, I thought maybe I could step it up a notch!!

*gasp* Breathe!!! Breathe!!

There. That's better.

Mirror, Mirror

You want to know something? I bet a lot of people do this, but I have this weird habit where I talk to myself in the mirror, and I have pretend conversations with people. A lot of the time, I just have something that I want to get off of my chest, but I don't really want to actually tell that person, so I just tell my mirror and pretend that it's them. Stupid, huh? Well, I was just wondering about that...

I wonder if, since I get those feelings off of my chest and onto the mirror, maybe there are some things that I really should have said to that person, instead of imagining it? Not all the time, of course. Most of the time, I'm telling the mirror-person how upset I am about this stupid little thing that that person did, and we usually regret those conversations when we've had them with the real thing.

No, I'm thinking about those times when I share something more significant, and almost important. Something personal that, for some odd reason, I felt that that person should hear, but I defaulted to the imaginary them in order to get it out. I was just thinking: what would life be like if I said those things to the actual people in my life?

Don't count on it. I'm far too much of a panty-waist.