Blogging is still a rather strange phenomenon, even to someone like who has been yabbering away for a couple of years. I ping-ponged between fun and vacuous subjects which I enjoy and other times, when the mood strikes, something of a more serious nature. Lately, I've had a chance to reflect on ......... things that drive me bonkers. By chance, I meant I had time on my hands when I'm doing laundry while desperately trying to ponder upon the mysteries of life or something intelligent to that effect instead of wondering what to cook for dinner or if I'd watered my plants or whether my pores are getting bigger or ..... okay, so you get the picture.
I've got a couple of friends....bless their hearts.... lovely people but they change their minds every few minutes. If I calculated the number of hours I'd waited for them, I'd probably lost precious days, never to be re-gained again. Never rely on them to turn up on time, that is if they ever do because they'll probably get distracted by a pair of shoes at a shop or decided that they prefer to eat Chinese instead of Japanese. "We must catch up! I'll call you tonight!", they cry while grasping my hand to illustrate the urgency of their statement. A year later, we'll be having the same conversation.
Tightwad, miser, cheapskate or in New Zealand, we just call them tight-arse. Can't get more direct than that. They're so tight, their arses squeak when they walk past you. They penny pinch and exploit the goodwill of others and then wonder where their friends have gone. I remember coming across this verse in the bible and realized there's a lot of wisdom in those words.
"Give, and you will receive. Your gift will return to you in full--pressed down, shaken together to make room for more, running over, and poured into your lap. The amount you give will determine the amount you get back." Luke 6:38
Ever opened the door for someone and all you get is a cursory glance and a sniff as if you're no better than a gnat? I remember attending hubby's best friend's wedding and a tai-tai (rich women who lunch in Asia) strutted into the elevator and commanded me to press the button for the second floor. If this was how she treated another wedding guest, I'd hate to think how she treated her staff.
I've noticed the general decline of manners and common courtesy in children these days. I can't enforce the rule on others but I can work on my own child to ensure that she's thoughtful, to remember to be polite and mind her manners. I've seen grumpy individuals who literally beamed from ear to wear when a person, particularly a young child remembered to thank them for letting them through first. If the words thank you and I'm sorry are used more often, they'd be less violence and war.
4. Me, myself and I
Let's face it, blogs are generally narcissistic by nature. That's the honest truth. It's ALL about MY outfits, MY thoughts, MY life. Yaaaaaawn. I had a revelation years ago when a number of people sought me out to thank me for what I'd done for them. I did very little other than listening to them and taking an interest in them. It made me realize that it wasn't what I'd said but how I made them feel that made the difference. Just in case you're thinking that I'm an expert on this topic, don't. I still struggle every single day to remind myself to take the time to listen to others.
What are your pet peeves? What drives YOU bonkers?