The Annoyance Button – Who Pushes Yours?
Usually, I’m a patient person. But, there are certain people who annoy me more than a little. The good thing is that I have honed my politeness skills to hide my annoyance behind a benign smile with a head nod to give the impression that I’m still listening. I’ve perfected the dramatic eye-roll so it occurs only in my imagination without any outside visibility. The only drawback is the fact that I’m sure I fall into an annoying category somewhere that isn’t mentioned here.
I know a young woman who talks incessantly about herself. When she enters the room, it becomes her own personal ‘all-about-me’ party. Everyone knows exactly how she feels about everything, what her day consists of, and how wonderful and perfect she is. She is exhausting to be around because she sucks the oxygen out of the room. She is incredibly self-centered and there is very little uplifting, caring, or giving about her. She annoys me to no end, but I have to do that smile thing, the gratuitous nod, and I’m always praying that thought bubbles do not pop out above my head.
Then there is the hyper-dramatic guy who turns every tiny thing into a major S*%$ storm. If things are too quiet, he can turn up the volume by blowing an issue totally out of proportion and exaggerate things behind someone’s back, and then sit and smile smugly while the drama plays out around him. When the fingers start pointing back to him, though, he gives that wide-eyed innocent ‘who-me?’ stare.
There is also the couple who, no matter what, have the most expensive things, more horrific experiences, smarter and more talented kids, worse health problems, more successful jobs–well, surely you know someone similar. They are the ones that have to out-do, out-sick, and out-buy everyone else around them. They are annoying, but I feel a little sad for them. They are running in that little hamster wheel, not knowing there is always going to be someone they cannot outdo. It has to be exhausting.
These individuals are valuable in my life because they teach me patience, perseverance, and how to love unconditionally. I have to love them because I’m related to them. It’s working to a small degree. They have survival skills and behavioral issues stemming from personal experience like everyone else, including (and especially) myself. I’m just grateful there is a balance to keep me somewhat sane, because there are many people in my life that do not annoy me. They are uplifting, encouraging, caring, giving, funny, easy to talk to, down to earth, genuine, and can actually carry on a two-way conversation with understanding.
Those are the people I like to celebrate, and they are probably the ones that are doing the dramatic eye-roll in their imaginations and hiding their annoyance behind a benign smile and head nod because I’m annoying.