Most of us are familiar with the word ‘pet’: ‘an animal kept in the home as a companion’. The definition of the word ‘peeve’ means ‘to annoy someone’. Nobody sets out to own a pet if they know it is going to annoy them! So why the term ‘pet peeves’?
According to Wikipedia, the term was introduced in the comic strip “The Little Pet Peeve” during the 1916-1920 era. It detailed “humourless critics of generally thoughtless behaviours and nuisance frustrations”. I don’t understand why the author combined the two words but it definitely frustrates me!
And thus, we arrive at the Blogtober day 3 challenge: To write about my top 3 pet peeves!
“Don’t say, “There’s still time” or “Maybe next time” because there’s also the concept of “It’s too late”
I use WhatsApp to communicate with friends and family and I can usually see when a message is open. I appreciate that life gets busy and I will generally send a follow-up message if I don’t receive a response. My annoyance creeps in with the people who choose to open a message and not reply. They are not so busy that they don’t have time to be online! They make a choice not to reply and I find that rude!
Even if I am having a bad day and don’t want to engage, I will send a reply and explain that I can’t/don’t want to talk right now. This has always been effective and never created negative repercussions.
I don’t know when my life is going to end – it could be tomorrow or in sixty years time. I do know that I want to spend every living moment as meaningfully as possible. If I take the time to send a message, it means I have thought about you in that moment. I have used a little bit of my precious time on you, so reply to the damn message!
If you read my post ‘10 things that make me really happy‘, you’ll remember that driving was one of my passions. I have been driving for eleven years and have never received a speeding ticket or penalty points. I take driving seriously because I lost my best friend Kirsty to a tragic road accident in 2004.
The Highway Code states that “Signals warn and inform other road users, including pedestrians, of your intended actions”. So when people act like ‘Sunday drivers’ and enter a roundabout/turn a corner without indicating, it reminds me of Kirsty and instantly puts me in a bad mood.
Sometimes you have to be your own hero
If I had a pound for every time somebody asks me: When are you going to find a boyfriend and get married? Isn’t it time you thought about children? Shouldn’t you stop travelling and buy a house?
STOP! Please stop asking me questions dictated by the social values and timelines of people that aren’t me. It isn’t one size fits all!
Anybody who know me knows that I am a romantic and I love ‘love’. When I am ‘in love’ I invest everything I have emotionally and prepare for the long-haul. As a result I have only been in love twice, and both of those times I hoped for nothing more than to eventually become a good wife and mother. It didn’t work out either time.
I don’t know how others experience emotions but I have always felt mine intensely. My last break up wasn’t my own choice and I was left feeling broken by it. The reason I began travelling was to help myself recover and learn the lessons I needed in order to source my own happiness. Whilst it has been a while since the break up – three years in fact – I cannot say that I truly began to heal until I started travelling fifteen months ago. It feels as if it is only now that my goal of being happy alone has come to fruition.
In order to be where I am today I have had to break myself. I broke myself down more than any relationship failure did. I had to be ok with the prospect that I might actually never be a wife or a mother. For somebody whose life’s purpose has always been to be a mum, and who cut her wedding dress out of a magazine aged twelve (and still has it today), that wasn’t easy.
So when you ask me if I should stop travelling and buy a house, the answer is no. Can I find a man and marry him? No! And don’t you dare remind me that at 32 years of age my biological clock is ticking because I’m likely to get ‘hulk’ raging mad. Forget trying to ‘encourage’ me because you think that I am ‘missing out’. All you’re doing is creating a comparison which leaves me feeling lacking in someway. I’ve been there, I’ve felt it – I still feel it. The difference is, I am ok with it!