I‘m not sure if it’s age, rampant hormones, or too much time on my own, but these days I find myself becoming more and more querulous.
Querulous is a glorious word. It means cantankerous, cross, dissatisfied, grouchy, hard to please, irritable, whining and touchy.
Although I swan around on the internet, dispensing love and happiness with my tiny, twinkly wand of optimism, underneath I have a dark heart. Things piss me off, people piss me off, life pisses me off.
There are many, many situations that make me want to stab someone in the eye. I don’t usually talk about it. I think it’s time to come out of the closet.
Here are just some of the things that get on my nerves:
 Prayers for the sick — it seems unfair that God comes out looking good no matter what happens. If the person gets better (because of the resilience of the human body), God has performed a miracle. If the person dies, then God took them to heaven to be with Him. Instead of praying when someone is seriously ill, we should give money to medical research.
 Bras — I no longer wish to subject myself to a primitive form of medieval torture by wearing a garment made of hooks, straps and wires. I renounce bras.
 Food zealots — people who preach clean eating or Paleo or veganism or any other kind of food doctrine bore me to tears. I don’t care what you eat. At all. Never will. And no, I don’t want to see a photo of your breakfast, unless it’s being served on the chest of a 26-year-old male swimmer.
 Trolls — people who say inflammatory things just to provoke a reaction in other people strike me as childish and a waste of everyone’s time. Feel free to disagree with me if it is what you believe, but don’t just be argumentative for the sake of it.
 Unrelenting happiness — if you never express frustration, sadness, or envy, then I kind of want to punch you in the throat. Not because I’m prone to violence — I just want to see you stop smiling.
That’s some of my list. Not very uplifting or inspiring I know, but I’m taking my own advice and trying not to be one of those people I want to punch in the throat.
What is the one thing that shits you the most?
This post is part of the April A to Z Challenge.