-The man who stood behind me in line at Costco, and kept scooting closer and closer to me. And then I would scoot, and he would FOLLOW me. BACK THE FREAK OFF, OLD DUDE.
-There are a lot of things that bug me, (keep reading, I'll prove it,) but one thing that really bothers me this type of person: A combo of Debbie Downer, Negative Nancy, and Contrary Cathy, this person ALWAYS disagrees with you, and usually because their own personal experience is different than yours. With these people, you can never state an opinion without getting a resounding YOU ARE WRONG TO THINK THAT WAY, BECAUSE THAT PARTICULAR THING NEVER HAPPENED TO ME, AND IF IT ISN'T MY EXPERIENCE, IT ISN'T VALID. EVER.
Sigh. I seem to encounter these people a lot, which befuddles me, because why would someone want to be my "friend," comment on my blog, or interact with me at all if their sole purpose is to tell me how very, very, wrong I am.
Part of it may be my fault, because I tend to enable these freaks a little. I usually try to defuse the situation by offering a polite "good point," but that only seems to encourage them. I think from now on I will offer the less polite, but more effective, "shut up."
Anyway, that was immensely therapeutic. Let's go back to the awkward now.
-Every time I go to the gym, I see two guys I went to high school with. Not only did I attend school with them, but they were in my little circle of friends, and I'm fairly certain I went to a dance with one of them. We see each other every time, but so far, none of us has overcome the social anxiety required to take off our headphones and say hello. We just cast furtive glances as they lift weights, and I pound away on the elliptical.
In this case, all of us are the freaks.
- Grown women who still talk like babies. Don't ever say "din din." Ever.
Who are the freaks in your life?