Editor finds the ridiculous in irritating things

Some call me a drama queen, others call me crazy, and I call me logical. Since the beginning of my high school I have been constructing a list of things I find completely, utterly, inconceivably ridiculous. Don’t worry, I’m not laying out my whole list, that three and a half years of ridiculousness I don’t really want to put you through. But I definitely going to cover a good chunk of them.

Seasonally challenged: I completely loathe when people wear shorts and boots in the same outfit. Like seriously, I can’t tell if you’re cold or if you’re hot. I know we’re in Texas and the weather is kinda iffy, but pick a theme and stay with it. Shorts go with sandals or tennis shoes, boots go with jeans or leggings. Mixing the two is ridiculous.

Blink and you’ll miss it: Drivers that don’t turn on their blinkers before switching lanes. I don’t care if you’re in a rush to make it to work before 10, I don’t care if you’re in bloody labor, turn your blinker on if you’re planning on getting in front of me. I don’t want to hit you, you don’t want me to hit you, and the car behind me probably doesn’t want to slam into the back of my car so control that urge to just slip into my lane without turning the blinker on. You will end up in a wreck seriously injured or dead if you keep pushing your luck so stupidly.

Balloon bummer: The no balloons policy in school. If it’s my birthday, I want some balloons announcing to the whole world that I am officially 18. But nooooo, the school seems to think balloons are a distraction to learning, but they’re wrong. If the balloons are in the back of the class out of the way, they do no harm, so I don’t see the problem, do you? No balloons in school? Psh, ridiculous!

Typical Starbucks girls: I just so happen to work for Starbucks (one of the best companies to work for, if you ask me) and I love it. But from time to time a group of teenage girls walks in. The second they walk in the door, I can tell what they’re going to order…frapuccinos. Oh, how I loathe frappucinos. They are completely ridiculous and a pain in the butt to make. When a group of 10 to 12 girls walk in, blonde hair bouncing and leggings fresh and tight, I just want to scream.

These are but a few of my problems that I happened to find slightly important in a list of more than a hundred ridiculous things. Again, I’m no drama queen and I’m certainly not crazy, but some things I just can’t handle, some things are just ridiculous.