The Trivial Things my 27-year old Self Complains About
People my age tend to worry about having to start a family, a stable job and a man to complete the dream. Many same-age friends worry about it, but I never did. I get to question myself about it to but the thought of it horrifies me.
Just like the title of the post, I thought of things that bothers me a lot. I find these things very trivial yet so important to keep me at peace. The older I get, the more picky I become. I tend to worry about the kind of rice I buy, the coffee brand, and even the angle of my calendar that I randomly placed on top of my wi-fi modem.
When I meet people, I check their nails to see if they are long enough to scare the crap out of me or not. When I meet someone on a date, I pay attention to their height and their talking voice.
When I meet with friends, I always find a reason to not go and get angry if they are enjoying without me.
I always ask myself why do people move so slow when I'm in a hurry? Why are clubs so noisy? Why do people really prefer to jaywalk than to actually use the pedestrian lane, and why do drivers tend to stop on pedestrian lanes and have pedestrians walk outside of the safety lines?
This is why I hate going outside because I had to deal with these things that continue to stress me out. People call when they can just text. Friends can just hang out with me without taking their other friends and force me to interact with them as if I wanted to do that to begin with.
And why on Earth people have to ask me what I do in my free time when I basically enjoy doing nothing at all?
I know, I sometimes tend to overreact but I am the type who is unable to adjust quickly to surroundings. I know what's right and wrong and people are definitely in the wrong (sometimes). I expect a lot of things to be perfect all the time, and if not, the way I react depends on how important it is.
This blog might sound like I'm complaining but hear me out. I am pretty sure it's the same thing for you. If not, let me know the comments! c:
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