Since I started this blog more than a decade ago, I’ve been writing about pet peeves. Not so much latwly, consudeting all my doom and gloom. But boy, do I have pet peeves. I should have a candy jar. I mean, what isn’t a pet peeve these days? I wish I could write this in the style of a Gossip Girl post, but alas, my brain is fried, and I want to avoid tangents. But honestly, who really felt the dan/blair relationship? I’ve been binge watching Gossip Girl the last few nights ’till 3am, so I may not be so coherent. However, ekk, dan/blair arw not doing it for me this second time sround. But see. I’ve gone into a tangent. Although, not really. XOXO.

Now, I must warn you, narrowing my list of pet peeves down to just three feels like choosing the most annoying mosquito in a swarm, but let’s dive into the top tier of my personal pet peeves.

First on the chopping block is the arch-nemesis of authenticity – inauthenticity itself. There’s something about fakeness that makes my skin crawl. Whether it’s a forced smile, insincere gestures, or rehearsed responses, inauthenticity grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. Give me real, raw, and unfiltered any day, and spare me the theatrics of superficiality. But, don’t also use being authentic for being a rude, hortible human being. That one really bugs me.

Now, let’s talk about the specific scenarios that give birth to pet peeves. Picture this: the dreaded Friday afternoon meeting, an abomination that should be banished from the annals of corporate scheduling. Friday at 4 pm? That’s not just a pet peeve; it’s an existential crisis. The audacity to interrupt the sacred pre-weekend wind-down with a virtual meeting gathering is enough to spark a rebellion in even the most composed souls. Yuck. I have one steadfast work rule: no meetings after 2pm on a Friday. Simple.

But wait, Mondays have their own set of pet peeves, a testament to the universal disdain for the start of the workweek. Fridays, on the other hand, are a breeding ground for irritations, especially when tainted by ill-timed meetings.

In the grand tapestry of pet peeves, one could argue that three is a mere snapshot of daily annoyances. As we navigate the sea of annoyances, let’s revel in the authenticity that makes life genuinely irksome and, at times, delightfully humorous. Whether it’s the cringe-worthy act of inauthenticity or the sacrilege of a Friday afternoon meeting, let’s face our pet peeves head-on, armed with a healthy dose of wit, charm, and a dash of irreverence. Until next time, may your irritations be fleeting and your eye rolls be legendary. Cheers to the quirks that make life delightfully exasperating!