1. What is your biggest pet peeve? Why?
What excellent timing on this one. My biggest pet peeve has got to be people who throw cigarette butts and/or trash out their car windows! Like whoever owns this car did...
Yes, I always have my camera handy when I'm out. This guy just ticked....me....off. He and his buddies looked like some kinda rough guys, so I just did the passive-aggressive thing and took a picture of his car and license plate rather than confront him directly. Heh. But now his idiocy is publicized around the world. Jerk. My big fantasy is to pick up a cigarette butt and flick it back in the person's car window, saying "Hey, you DROPPED something."
2. What irritating habits do you have?
Well, this pot sure ain't callin' the kettle black, here. I have lots of irritating habits; they irritate not only those outside my skin, but the one inside it. I am a perfectionist and put things off until the last minute. I talk too much sometimes, even as the words are cascading out of my mouth and I cringe inwardly to hear the blather issuing forth, I seem powerless to quell it. It's mostly when I'm nervous, I have not been out amongst other live human beings for a while, and/or when I've had too much caffeine. I need one of those T-shirts which says, "I'm talking and I can't shut up!"
3. Have you tried to change the irritating habits or just let them be?
Oh, yes, I've tried. The talking thing is something I'm especially conscious of, because I don't like it when people monopolize conversations and I don't want to do that to others.
4. What grosses you out more than anything else? Why?
No contest: The medical documentaries showing things like liposuction and breast augmentation surgery. Ooooooh, yuck. But it's like a car wreck, and I still must peek. Ish.
5. What one thing can you never see yourself doing that other people do?
I was going to say I can't see myself being purposefully mean, really nasty, to someone. But that would be a lie. Everyone has their moments of lashing out in anger and self-righteous nastiness. What I
can't see happening is me acting that way and not immediately feeling a twinge of conviction. I can't see myself doing that and not feeling bad about it.
I began harvesting seeds from my psychedelic yellow and fuschia Four O'Clock plants today. I tell ya, it's fun to tap those tips, so laden with with ripe, black seeds, into the rim of a coffee can and hear the plink! plink! as the ripe seeds come loose and hit the bottom. These plants predate our ownership of this house, and I suspect they've been here for many years. They can be propagated by tuber or by seed, so I've got lots to move to other areas of the yard and to share. They are a bit past their peak of flowering, but still making lots of blooms each evening. Like me, they run late. Here, they should be called Six O'Clocks, I think.
