The other day, I was sitting here with a stuffy nose, rain pouring outside the window and the light on, because it was so dull (and it was only 4pm! What?) I’d love to put grim weather into my very own Room 101. In fact, there’s a whole bunch of things I’d sign to a fate worse than death, but all that negativity isn’t good, so here’s a snippet of some of my pet-peeves!
I have pretty severe arachnophobia, to the point that if there’s a big spider and I’m in the flat on my own, I have a mild panic attack! And as much as I don’t want to, I always have to see evidence that it’s gone / killed, when someone gets rid of it for me. Like closure, if you will! I’m almost certain there were several times that my dad didn’t kill a spider for me when I was younger when he said he did. And I don’t suppose him chasing myself and my sister with eight-legged creatures really helped my phobia, did it? No. I can’t even watch if there’s a spider on TV. Shudder! And people who put photos of massive arachnids they’ve found in their house, on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram, don’t get me started on you!
I like vegetables, but peas are little green balls of hell. And mushy peas… What? Why? No, no, no. They completely ruin a good portion of fish & chips.
Once I can hear a noisy eater, it’s all I can hear. There’s no tuning out! I just don’t understand the need to eat with your mouth open and smack your lips, like your food is trying to escape. Not because it’s rude, but because it’s annoying and it sounds like a nuclear explosion when you eat an apple.
Other pet-peeves: people who drive right up my arse when I’m doing the speed limit thankyouverymuch (and drivers who don’t indicate at roundabouts— you’re annoying, too)
* I’m so sorry for subjecting your eyes to that.