Ma and I went to see a family friend in a wonderful community musical theatre production of Anne of Green Gables last night. On the way there, the woman in front of me was driving like a total tool and I said, "My pet peeve is people who..." and I don't really remember exactly what was bugging me at that moment. What I do remember is Ma saying ,"Man, you have the most pet peeves of anyone I know!"
And it's true. I get ticked at a LOT of things. Like the old ladies behind us at the theatre last night who felt the need to give the "Described Video for the Blind" version of everything last night. And the fact that, when it snows, four lane roads somehow turn into two and nobody chooses to drive outside of the tire tracks, even when the lines dividing the lane are in the middle of those tracks. (I think that's what the lady in front of me was doing.)
I try hard to live a complaint free life. Actutally, many people comment on how I always find the positive side of things. The things above I can let go of. I mean, maybe the lady didn't have good tires and was being safer driving in the tire tracks. And maybe one of the old women really was blind and her friend was doing her a service so she could enjoy her community. But there are three things I can't get over...and they're all part of the same tragic phenomenon. The rampant misuse of homonyms. I'll post each of them in a separate post but let me say this: If you can fix these three things in your writing, you'll stop sounding like an idiot when you write.
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