This writer is generally nice. On most days, she feels the joy of breathing, the exuberant touch of a loved one and watching the changes as the world twirls on its axis. Most of her interactions with people are pleasant and she can be very humorous at times. During these times, she could compose the sweetest sonnets and write about the rainbows and the chirping bluebirds. Laughter envelops her and she smiles to show that dimple on her left cheek.
However, this writer can be very irritable. A simple issue can trigger her temper and anyone who crosses her path can bear witness to that distinct pout and scowling face. She blames the irks that she meets when she goes for her regular walks around Manhattan. The extent of her callousness stretch to her own writings. She would write the darkest, most sinister and depressing piece and still feel alright. When this happens, this woman is really having a bad hair day.
This is not to discourage you, my dear reader. The circumstances I gave could let you picture me as Harvey Dent / Two Face who gives Batman tons of headache. My goal is to share with you what irks intermittently and I am sure one or two of these things can push the Hyde button in you. Hypocrisy to be all sugar and spice, everything is nice has no space in my closet. I am what I am and you are what you are. Beneath that humane demeanor of yours is a little ogre who just wants to stick out the middle finger out of anger and frustration.
In public restrooms, as a woman, it really bugs me when I get to use those automatic flush toilets. I am not yet done and a slight movement activates the damn button. Talk about mist with millions of bacteria clinging to the back of my shirt and pocket book. I have to restrain myself not to kick the life out of this technology.
The subway is teeming with people trying to find space as small as our apartments. Still, there are people who are just oblivious when your lungs are popping out. Rush hours are part of survival but when someone bobs their head to the rhythm of a silent beat is enough to curse thy own predicament. In addition, am I the only one (who is part of the Ipod nation) who wants to strangle a person when the song in his MP3 player blasts tower of Babylon- decibels until the Stratosphere? Whether the song is by Chris Brown or Coldplay, eventually I would be going Viva La Vida Loca!
The dollar has reached lowest value nowadays. The increase in gas prices has affected us all in many ways. I cannot wait until election time; perhaps we can see a better economic status. On a side note, tourists from all over the world are swarming like locusts to take advantage of their purchasing power. Not only can they afford luxurious hotel accommodations; they flaunt their Euro, Yen, Pound, Lira and other currencies. I am a consumer myself and I understand the thrill of buying. What irks me is the haughty and rude manner that certain visitors exhibit. Let me exemplify, yesterday while I was lining up to pay for my shirt; a couple obviously tourists (with their big backpacks reaching their behind) cut me off. I had to squeeze myself back in line but to no avail, the man just had to flaunt his peacock feathers. If it was the colloseum in the time of Caesar, I would have used my inner Retiarius and brought out my trident. I just had to bite my tongue and the hapless fate of my dollar. I had to vent it out on the cashier who fortunately shared my sentiment. We both wish this type of tourists would get lost in the city via the complex train schedule.
I hate my sense of smell. My nose is great when I taste my favorite Pinkberry yogurt and when I try out the perfume samples at Bloomingdales. Inspite of this useful sense, it does not have a mechanism to shut off unwanted odors. Call me boorish, I can tolerate the smell of garbage, the decaying carcass of a rat, stuffy smell of the station but I can never, ever tolerate the smell of body odor. Rasputin- like odor that is worst than toxic chemicals in our ozone layer. I would totally understand if the person has a medical issue concerning neurons of the brain but I could never forgive normal people who smell so bad. I do not care if it is a philosophical statement for a greener world but take your stinking body to the shower. When this happens, I am as transparent as glass. I have to say outright, “It stinks here!” I am callous but I make it a point take a bath twice a day. People stare when I do this especially the culprits but take a shower first before we engage in combat. Gladiators in the olden days bathe before a match. Hail soap and water!
These are the “tamed” irks that get to me when I am having a bad hair day. Many of us run a busy life that we become immune to our emotions. I therefore conclude that it is normal to be angry, irritable, rude and callous when needed be. Otherwise where is the sense of irony and balance in this world?