The things that annoy me are a fascinating topic to me. I’m sure it will be quite boring for you, so I suggest you stop reading now.
I have pet peeves. People who spit in the sink and don’t rinse it down. Really any foreign substance left in the sink, actually. I have chairs being left out when you get up from the table. I feel like everywhere I go I am pushing in chairs. I hate it when people dispute my facts and assertions. Especially when they’re right and I’m wrong. Dumb people who are condescending to me are a big one. Bad design or typography make me want to gouge my eyes out. Dirty things where they don’t belong – shoes on the kitchen counter, dirty underwear on the sink or on the bed… gross.
I’m sure each and every one of you could list off 20 pet peeves of your own, so please don’t even think about judging me for mine.
But I have to wonder about the origins of my pet peeves. Why the heck does it bother me if people don’t rinse their spit? Is it pure germaphobia? Was I spit on as a child and scarred for life? Maybe I’ll never know. But I know it hits my gag reflex. As in, spit in the sink makes me want to buy a new house. I don’t want to clean it, look at it, or even acknowledge that it’s there. And it’s not just spit – I have the same reaction to soap overspray from a pump bottle. Why is there soap drool in the sink?!
The chair thing – I think I may be the only person on the planet that pushes chairs in. It makes no matter what context, they just don’t. It’s probably the same mental defect that makes people leave their shopping cart next to the cart return instead of in it. Pure laziness. I really don’t know why this bothers me. Is it simply OCD? Was it all the time I spent sitting in time out?
Everyone dislikes being disagreed with, so I won’t analyze that one. But the condescension… so frickin annoying. It’s one thing when a Ph.D. or a subject matter expert talks down to me. I can live with that. I, right or wrong, respect when people have devoted a lifetime to learning about a topic. I wish they weren’t butts about it, but whatever. They’ve earned the right to be a butt. Dumb people, on the other hand, have not earned that right and I want to punch them.
I am fully aware I am not a professional designer. I bombed out of design school. But… I was exposed to a great deal of really incredible design work. I know good design when I see it. And typography – I took 18 hours of college typography. It’s the one thing I actually got good at. Comic Sans doesn’t even enter the equation. If you don’t know what kerning and leading are, you sure as hell shouldn’t be doing any design work and calling it “design.”
Ok, I just looked at my list of pet peeves and I am coming to the realization there’s a theme. Germs. Gross things being left where they don’t belong is just another example. Poop goes in the toilet. Dirty clothes go in the hamper. Shoes go on the floor. Anything less would be uncivilized.
And now I need to go increase my dose of OCD medicine, cuz wow. Those are some dumb pet peeves.