Pet peeves.

There never was an opportunity to grow like how people deal with and handle their pet peeves. I mean, I think it’s a pretty good show of maturity when you can handle one of these situations head-on, really roll with the punches.

I thought I was getting to be one of these mature people; I don’t really have much in the way of pet peeves, although as time and my condition have worn on I think I have developed something of a short span of interest in things. I don’t much appreciate conversations that feel like a waste of time, I need to have something of an equal exchange.

So here I was in life, thinking that I had grown, and then last week someone answered the phrase, “this one time…” with the response, “…at band camp?”

I got up and left the room. Fuck growth.


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    My name is Bobby.

    I write about random things a lot. I write a lot about random things.

    I write occasionally for Smashing Magazine and the London Community News online, and weekly for Interrobang, the student voice newspaper at Fanshawe College in London, Ontario.

    I've also been published by the Canadian University Press.
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