Writer's Block Part II

‘Things that irritate me‘.

I made a list of these a while ago for my LJ and I would just copy and paste but I feel in the mood for making some new ones, and adding the old ones that I can remember.

People who park on double yellow lines. Double yellow lines are there for a reason. I know, you’ll just be five minutes popping into the shop/Post Office/bookies etc. It’s not really an excuse. I don’t drive, so I can’t talk from a driver’s point of view, and I’m not the most law-abiding citizen but I do hate when people park on double yellow lines.

People who cut you up or stop short in the street. By this I mean people who walk out of shops without looking to see who’s coming. Usually, from my experience, this is mostly people with pushchairs. You shove that pushchair out into the street with no regard for the person whose legs you bash into or the child in the pushchair. People who stop short in the street… why not walk towards the wall of a building and then stop out of the way? I know you can’t help it, and you suddenly realised you don’t know where you are or that you need to go somewhere else, but at busy times this can cause a domino effect of people bashing into each other. Painful.

People who moan about not having a job but do nothing about it. You like sitting on your arse at home all day. Hush your noise.

People who talk shit behind your back and then act friendly to your face. I’ve experienced this with many people before. If I don’t like someone, I probably won’t tell them to their face so as not to hurt their feelings, unless they’ve done something personal to me, and if I ever did say something about them to someone else then it wouldn’t be something I’d be scared to say to their face should they ask me about it.

Ignorant people. People who base their opinions of something on a little snippet of information without knowing the whole story. I rant and rave but I do my research and I am happy to admit that I was wrong.

There’s a people theme going on here!

More as and when I think of them.


‘Things that make me laugh‘.

I touched on this one before, but when it’s raining and I am sat in the flat watching girls in short skirts and high heels have a freak-out, running down the street. I love people-watching.

People-watching is one of my favourite pastimes. You get to see what people don’t think you see. They’re only aware of what the people on their level can see. The flat I live in overlooks a fairly main street in the centre of my city, so it’s not technically spying. Perhaps that would be a good topic for my blog; ‘things that I observed people doing today’. Best have the notepad handy for that.

Back to ‘things that make me laugh’.

My flatmate’s kid’s obsession with buses and the colour thereof. BUS DADDY! IT’S A BLUE ONE!

The nickname that my ‘Exeter family’ has very kindly picked for me. ‘Wiggler’. I won’t elaborate. It’s more fun that way.

My dad. His latest career suggestion for me was to make a magazine called ‘The Little Issue’ and sell it for 50p (or whatever half of the price of The Big Issue is these days). I don’t know if he stole the joke or made it up, but I vividly remember him telling me as a child that when the houses on the way into our city were being built, the builders did a half-assed job and bunged a low roof on, and this is why they are called bungalows.

My mum, and her fear of technology. As though the pixies would come out and throttle her if she tried to set up her own router. She’ll probably never read this, so I think I am safe in saying that when she first bought a laptop, my sisters and I wrote her instructions on how to turn it on, logon etc. Her northern accent makes me laugh too.

My best friend, and her ability to fantastically articulate any number of amazing or disgusting comments on people or other subjects.

More of these as and when I think of them, also.

I also came across these amusing/scary suggestions for blog topics:

‘Talk from the viewpoint of the mouse/cockroach living in your walls.’
A little too much spare time methinks.

‘Documenting your hunt for the smurfs.’
I do believe that Gargamel is already on the case.

‘Buy a bottle of vodka and take a shot every fifteen minutes, documenting how it affects you.’
In keeping with the fairly recent story of how a young man took shots every 5 minutes and eventually gave himself alcohol poisoning and died.

‘Ways to drive your dog/cat insane.’
I’ll go with this one. My dog likes to follow people around. If you follow him around, it drives him crazy and he starts barking and chasing his own tail.