Name your top three pet peeves.

There are days when the world feels perfectly alignedβbirds singing, coffee brewing just right, and everything moving at a calm, predictable pace. And then, there are the other daysβ¦the ones where three little things sneak in and remind me that patience is not my strongest superpower.
Let me tell you a short story about the villains in my daily taleβmy top three pet peeves.
1. The Symphony of Loud Chewing
It always happens during the quietest moments. Iβll be enjoying a peaceful lunch, maybe even imagining myself in a cozy cafΓ© somewhere in the hills. Then suddenlyβcrunchβ¦ chompβ¦ slurp.
My peaceful scene cracks like a dropped plate.
I try to stay calm, nod politely, and remind myself that everyone eats. But in my head? A tiny version of me is dramatically flipping a table. If loud chewing had a soundtrack, it would be the villain theme of my life.
2. The βIβll Reply Laterβ Texters
You know the type. You ask something simple like βAre we still on for tomorrow?β
Hours pass.
Then a full day.
Meanwhile, youβre refreshing your messenger app like it’s delivering lottery results.
By the time they respond with βOops, forgot to reply π ,β youβve already created three backup plans and emotionally moved on. Itβs never personalβ¦ but it always tests my inner Zen.
3. People Who Block the Entire Path
Picture this: youβre walking through a mall, a market, or even a narrow lane. Youβre feeling productive and on schedule. Then suddenlyβ¦ a human barricade appears.
Three people standing shoulder-to-shoulder, chatting like they own the street.
You try to go left β blocked.
Right β blocked.
Through them β impossible unless youβre a ghost.
In that moment, I swear the universe plays a slow-motion scene with dramatic background music.
The Lesson Hidden in the Annoyance
Funny thing is, these three tiny frustrations have taught me patience, empathy, and the value of breathing deeply. Life isnβt always smooth, but itβs these little quirks that make our stories colorful, our blogs relatable, and our humanity beautifully imperfect.
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