Pet hates. Things which always irritate or annoy you, wherever, however and regardless of how well intentioned. We all have them! Here are a few of mine …
What will the neighbours think? I don’t give a flying wombat what the neighbours think. If they don’t like what I do then too bad. I’m unlikely to be doing anything illegal. And if they think what I’m doing is immoral then it’s they who have the problem because I’m very unlikely to think it’s immoral.
Net curtains. See above. I have nothing to hide and nothing much worth nicking. I like light. Nay, I need the light to counter my SAD. And I like to be able to look out of the window. So we have no net curtains at home, neither do we normally draw the curtains after dark. And the first thing I do in an hotel room is to work out how to open the net curtains (and if possible open the window) and let in the light. Why do I want to live in a cave?
Muzak. I detest background music: in shops, pubs, lifts — anywhere, even at home. It is pollution — like busy wallpaper — which just clogs up brain-space to no useful effect. If I want to talk to someone I don’t want to have to shout over muzak to make myself heard. And if I don’t want to talk I want quiet to allow my brain to think and concentrate or just free-cycle and relax. If I want to listen to music I’ll listen to what I choose, when I choose.
Unnecessary formality. Formality, like etiquette, is bogus and unnecessary; designed only to catch out the unwary. Certainly be polite and respectful — with everyone, according to the circumstances. But poncy dressing up and grovelling obsequiousness are not necessary. Why is it so necessary to bow and scrape to royals? Why do we require “gentlemen” (ladies are never mentioned!) to wear a suit in their club or if visiting a Duke or an Earl? They’re human like the rest of us. Isn’t it better to be normal and friendly and relaxed and treat such people as humans? None of which prevents us displaying manners and respect where it is due. If we could all just relax and be ourselves I’m sure the wheels would turn a lot more easily and need a lot less “oil”.
Being expected to take part. Why am I expected to go to things I don’t want to or dislike? This is something which was particularly prevalent at work: the annual dinner/dance; the Christmas booze-up; the annual golf match; whatever. Oh but you have to go; it’s expected. Who expects, no-one ever says. And if I don’t want to go, I’m buggered if I’m going — and no, I don’t have to tell you why I find it so objectionable; just I don’t want to go should be enough and should be respected. And the more you “expect” the less I want to go. Over the years I put more than one manager’s nose out of joint by refusing to go to work social events. If my colleagues and I want to socialise, we will; we can organise it for ourselves.
Lying. Particularly prevalent amongst politicians, adverts, religious — most of whom I’m sure deep down know they’re lying. But it also seems to be a trait of a number of cultures, especially (but not always, and not only) those of the Middle East and Asia: so often they seem to just be telling you what they think you want to hear. People don’t know, so they make it up. They imagine you won’t like the truth so they tell you something untrue (usually to try to sell you something), which I detest even more than a true answer which I happens not to be the one I’d like. Tell me the truth; I’m big enough and old enough to be able to handle it. Doing anything else does you no credit and makes me less likely to endear you to me (and if you’re selling something it’s likely illegal).
People who don’t understand the word “no”. The first rule of selling anything is to understand when the client is saying “no”, respect it and withdraw gracefully. If I say “no” and you persist then (a) you annoy me and (b) you make me even less likely to buy from you in the future. How much you think I’m mistaken in my decision/belief is irrelevant; I’ve said “no” and I mean what I say. If you persist isn’t this essentially attempted rape: rape of the mind?
Thinking about it the preceding few paragraphs boil down to a couple of other things I wrote on my list: thoughtlessness and bad manners which in turn lead to bad service. All of which can be easily avoided through one of my basic tenets: treat others as you would like them to treat you.
But in doing this you need to stay alert. Do not assume I think the same way you do. My morals may be different. My common sense will be different. My world view is almost certainly not yours. And none of those is any less valid, nor less deserving of respect, than yours.
Lastly, I’ll mention something which really gets my goat, sheep, pigs and the rest of the farmyard up in arms. People who don’t think. It is often said (and I believe there is some scientific evidence for this) that 5% of people can think and do; 5% of people actually are unable to think; but the other 90% can think but don’t bother. I do not expect everyone to have the intellect of an Einstein, Stephen Hawking or Bertrand Russell — such would be totally unrealistic. But I do expect people to use what intelligence they do have to the best of their ability. Try. Try hard. Try to understand the implications of your actions; your thoughts. Try to understand why I say/believe what I do. Try to understand why other people make the (often apparently stupid) decisions they do. It’ll make you more use to society. And you might just find it more interesting too.
What gets up your nose?






My Weight. What do you mean this counts as looks? No it doesn’t. I’d look like a sack of spuds whether I was twice the size I should be or not. I have this characteristic which means I eat too much. Not necessarily the wrong things. Just too much. And if I’m not careful I drink too much beer as well. And I seem to be unable to switch it off. Why can’t I be down to fighting weight and sexy? Even hypnotherapy has so far only succeeded in chipping odd bits off the corners. And it’s all linked to …
Depression. Wouldn’t I love to get rid of my depression. It is so destructive. And I suspect I’ve had it since childhood. I also suspect that, although it is probably multi-factorial there is a genetic component; my father and his father were both depressive. I do seem to have made some progress here as a result of the hypnotherapy. My depression is now much less (giving up work helped a lot!) and I’ve halved the dose of my anti-depressants. Maybe that one is amenable to being smacked on the head.
Patience. I admit I’m not patient. I never have been. Although again I’m a lot better than I used to be. I hate being late. I hate others being late, or dithering, or being stupid, or disorganised. I hate standing in queues. I hate it when things don’t go my way; I get annoyed and sweary. Gggrrrrrrr! Just get a life and relax will you! NOW!
I’m not quite sure how to sum up this next one. But I would like to be less prone to having my arse stuck in my chair, doing more around the home, helping and generally being more engaged. I don’t mind being inept with my hands and having ten left thumbs for fingers (after all my father had twenty left thumbs and he survived to be 86). It’s partly down to the depression, but I feel that is really only an excuse. But I would appreciate being able to make myself do more; things might get done then. And I know Noreen would appreciate this too.
Finally, I need to be able to let go; be less “in control” all the time. Everything I do and say seems to be controlled; thought out; calculated. There isn’t enough spontaneity; not enough emotion. I seem to be frightened of being emotional, letting my emotions out and just allowing my self to relax into things and go with the flow. And for some strange reason it feels as if it has gotten worse recently. Or maybe I’ve just become more aware of it. Definitely something I need to work on.