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| I see what you did there. |
People who wear sweatpants. Okay, I’ll let you know right now, this opinion of mine is completely pompous and unwarranted and silly, AND I don't wear sweatpants. In fact, when I see people wearing sweatpants, I think all a manner of evil things about them. Either they are lazy, unfashionable, or some weird mixture of both, but boy do I think evil things. Now I'm not saying this from any standpoint of work ethic, or fashion sense, or personal dignity. I’m pretty lazy when it comes to dressing myself and any measure of “work.”
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| Depicted: Me working. Notice the open eyes? |
But for some reason, when I see sweatpants on someone who is not exercising or dressed in their form of pajamas, it's hell on earth for me.
People who tell the same story repeatedly. I might admit to doing this once in a while, if once in a while means all the time. However, this does not mean that it excuses other people who do to tell the same story time and time again. I feel like a courteous “Hey, have I told this story before?" can go a long way. If you tell me a story, and then we are with a bunch of friends and you tell the same story, just acknowledge that I have to sit through this again, that's all I ask for in life.
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| Hahahahahahahah FUNNY STORY! |
People who won’t stop telling a story. This peeve is related to the previous one, but is deserves its own category. If someone says, “Oh I saw my baby cousin this weekend! He’s so cute: he was wearing a cowboy outfit,” there is no need for further clarification. But, when said someone continues with, “Yeah, my aunt decided to dress him up as a cowboy because their whole family loves cowboys. He was so cute with his little cowboy hat and denim shirt. It was just so cute, because he’s a little kid, like a toddler, you know, 3 or 4 years old, wearing a cowboy outfit. I mean, he couldn’t be a cowboy, because he’s only a little kid.”
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| Look for the signs! |
Did you keep reading? Because I’m not going to go back and proofread that because it was an actual conversation I had this month that I can’t erase from my memory, and I have no wish or want or desire to relive it again by reading that passage.



