1) When people stand on the left side of the escalator, blocking others from passing
This is a borrowed pet peeve. When I was sixteen, I started working in Manhattan during summers, through an internship with the GO Project. I was enamored with the busy buzz of Astor Place, and thrilled by the anonymity I could slip into as I disembarked the MTA at Grand Central. I found that I could race around the city streets with a speed and confidence that eluded me in the suburbs. I cultivated a new, rather transparent, identity for myself that was oh so very New York. I stuck my chin out (too far, I probably looked like an ostrich) and rolled my eyes at people who got in my way. I suppose I just made myself bitchier. This is a long-winded and self-indulgent way to say that my hatred of escalator cloggers stems from my efforts to stamp out the Connecticut inside me and evolve into a city girl. One day, during a community building session at GO, we were asked to share our pet peeves. I don’t remember what I came up with, but I do remember that one boy besmirched escalator lefties with unfathomable intensity and vehemence. I thought to myself, that is the pet peeve of a real city dweller! That pet peeve is indicative of a need to be somewhere. I convinced myself that the boy’s pet peeve was my own. And now I roll my eyes at people who stand on the left side of the elevator.
2) ASMR
There is some ASMR that I secretly kind of like, like those videos on instagram where they are cooking non-food items to a clicky-clacky soundtrack. I abhor DIY, in person ASMR. When someone just starts whispering or making mouth noises right in front of you.
3) The word t***** (like as in chicken t*****s)
This word is so gross. I don’t mind it in the context of poultry, but otherwise it gets gooey between my teeth and fills my throat with slime. I have a similar reaction to baby voices.
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