Why So Angry?

Lately, I’ve been watching videos of people being angry in public. Yeah, I know, exciting stuff, right?

What I don’t understand is why people get so upset over certain things. I think that being anger is too energy-intensive and a lot of the time, it’s not worth it. But then again, I am really big into conflict avoidance. It’s one of those things about me that can be good or bad, depending how you look at it.

For example, I am one of those people who will go to a restaurant and order something and if it’s not what I ordered, I’d probably eat it anyway (unless it’s seafood). I know sometimes people here don’t “get” my accent sometimes. I really need to work on my Aussie accent or lose a little more of my Texan accent.

I’m also one of those people who won’t say anything if I go to a store and buy something, then discover that I didn’t get the sale price and not say anything about it if it’s only a few dollars.

I’m one of those people who will put up with annoying public behavior from other people (unless someone is being a dick, racist, or something similar). I just like to remove myself from the annoying behavior if I can.

Watching some of these videos, I can’t see why people get so angry over the smallest things. Why would someone waste their time being loud, noisy, and irritating over the fact that an iced coffee costs $1 more than a hot coffee? Why would someone be so pissed off with their day that they feel like they have to be mean to everybody else? (Okay, I’m guilty of this one sometimes. It’s usually because I didn’t sleep well.) Why are some people so miserable that they have to complain about the most insignificant things?

I can see how speaking up sometimes is a good thing and I probably should do it more often, but I don’t see a point if it’s going to cause a lot of arguments. Right?

It’s so funny because I start writing these things and midway through them, I start understanding things from both sides, you know, speaking up and being quiet. I just don’t think that anger is the best way to handle things most of the time.

And those videos? They’re everywhere. Just Google “angry crazy people”.  Or here, watch these:

Gum in the Urinals? Seriously?

It does. Really.

You’d think that I have some kind of sick fixation on stuff in restrooms and bathrooms, and I guess, in a way, I do because I really don’t like going into them unless I have to.

In the closest men’s restroom at the place where I spend my weekdays (aka work and study), it seems like the men like to spit their gum into the urinals. There are three of them and today, one was blocked and almost running over with piss (because for some reason, that doesn’t stop a guy from pissing somewhere and everywhere.) So, that wasn’t very fun for someone who hates walking in there. There were about 10 pieces of gum floating around in it, and the other two urinals had about 5 pieces of gum in each.

I don’t really understand why guys feel like they have to spit their gum in there. What happened to putting it on some paper and throwing it in the rubbish bin?

“Chewing gum is gross; chewing gum I hate the most.” Looking at this makes me want to puke.

In case you’re wondering, the thought of gum makes me sick too. Chewing it so that it just gathers spit and all the gunk from your teeth. I don’t like it and never have. I was a chronic gum swallower when I was a kid, and I still am to a much lesser extent. That might explain why my gut is so messed up now, now that I think about it.

Men’s restrooms are just gross. No one can aim–most of the piss is on the floor or wall. No one can flush the toilets after taking a dump. No one can find a better place for their chewed up gum. If you’re a woman and ever wanted to just see what it’s like, don’t. It smells disgusting. That’s because it IS disgusting. Men are disgusting creatures with terrible aim.

That picture of the gum is disgusting. I can’t even look at it.

What’s That Smell?

Isn’t it amazing how certain smells can trigger certain memories?

Raisin Toast

When I pass by loaves of raisin bread, it takes me back to when I first moved to Melbourne. My ex knew how much I liked raisin bread, so my house constantly smelled like raisin bread. I think those were some of the happier times.

Wedding Day Candle

As strange as it sounds, there’s a candle that reminds me of my mom. I’m not sure if it’s the perfume she’d wear in the mornings, but it reminds me of her. I actually took the candle that I got from here and brought it over there. I’ve always been a momma’s boy and one of my biggest fears is something is going to happen to her while I am over here. It’s very unnerving. Originally, I thought the candle was something called “clean cotton” and was about to say that it’s probably because she always washed my clothes. But what’s funny is that she still does it when I go visit her. I miss my mom a lot.

My Grandfather’s Cologne

What’s a little more sad is that I have the cologne that I sprayed on my grandfather at the hospital before he passed away. It’s called Xeryus Rouge and every so often, I just smell it from the bottle. It kinda kicks my memories awake a bit. As odd as it sounds, it’s not the memory of him being in the hospital, but just him in general. It reminds me of what a hard worker he was and how he was always helping people. He was just a generally good guy.

Melon and Cucumbers

Then there is the smell of melon or cucumber that instantly triggers a gag reflex because of how much Midori I used to drink straight out of the bottle. In fact, a lot of alcohol makes me feel that way because I am a lightweight. Ask anybody who’s been unfortunate enough to witness my drunken antics!

Muffins

My mom learned that making muffins for me in the mornings made my day at least 78% better. In the mornings, even when I go to Texas for a visit, she makes me apple muffins. What was nice is that she would make them for me in the morning before she left for work. Her mornings were always so busy, but she’d make time to cook me some of my most favorite breakfast foods. The smell of muffins reminds me of my mom and how the little things she did really made me happy.

Vanilla

Vanilla makes me think back when I first moved out of my parents’ house because every single thing I had was vanilla. Vanilla shampoo, conditioner, room deodorizers, carpet cleaning dust, all of it was vanilla. I don’t know whether that time of my life was the best, but it was pretty fun at times. The smell of vanilla now makes me miss my best friend in Texas.

BBQ

Smoked meats reminds me of my dad. My dad really loved grilling and looking back, I really wish that I paid more attention to him when he was trying to make me a little more masculine. His BBQ was always really good and I have to admit that I really miss his cooking at times. No one has been able to replicate that.  I always loved when he would tell me to get the stuff to make smoked chicken. Mmm.


I’m realizing that it’s making me a little sad to even talk about some of these things, so I’ll go for now.

And here we all thought that I was going to type something gross, right? 😉

Early to Rise and Early To Bed

“Early to rise and early to bed makes a man healthy, but socially dead.” — Moral #5, Animaniacs

For some reason, it seems like I do so much better when I wake up early in the mornings. That has the unfortunate side effect of not being able to sleep late when I can. My parents were always going to sleep early and waking up very, very early. I actually used that to my advantage during the summer months when I didn’t have to go to school. I’d be awake by the time my mom woke up, and once I heard her car leave, I’d get up and watch cartoons or play games. To me, it always felt like I was getting a lot more out of my summer vacation that way. It had that slight side effect of wanting to go to bed early though, but that was fine. I learned pretty early that if you are noisy at night, my dad would wake me up even EARLIER and force me to stay up. That’s when I hated it.

I think I just hate/hated having someone else wake me up!

These days, J and I have really weird sleeping schedules. I try to go to sleep around 10:00 to 10:30 but since he doesn’t go to sleep sometimes until around 2:00 am, I end up going to sleep, but not getting enough rest, if that makes sense. Then all I hear is clicking of the keyboard on his phone, and I see the light from it and it takes all my willpower not to say “You do know that I have to wake up in 2 hours, right?” He’s always been that way. He likes sleeping late and waking up late. I like going to sleep earlier and waking up early. Even on my days off, I wake up a bit early. Not 4:00 am early, but about 2 or 3 hours later.

I don’t even attempt to wake him up before 10:00 am anymore. As for me, if I sleep after 10:00 am, I feel like I’ve wasted the entire day. Probably psychological, but hey, it’s kinda stuck with me over the years. I use it as an excuse to be lazy!