Do you think it’s totally fair to lose it over these little annoyances?
The snap-back
When my sleeve or my bag strap catches on the door handle and yanks me back. It instantly drives me crazy. I once did this on a date leaving a restaurant and swore so loudly I saw pure horror on the guy’s face.
Noise
When my boyfriend suddenly has something important to say just as I turn on the hairdryer or vacuum cleaner.
False image
When I look great in the mirror and snap a few selfies, but the photos make me look like Quasimodo’s little sister. So frustrating!
Speed
When someone in front of me is moving at a snail’s pace in the store, and I’m trying to weave behind them, only for them to block my way with their cart or basket just as I try to pass. I could scream.
With tooth and nail
When I can’t get the tape started even after feeling around five times for the edge.
The puddle
When I step into water with socks on in the kitchen: pure torture.
The vicious circle
When a round object falls and rolls around making an annoying noise, and I try to catch it but it just keeps spinning away.
Troublesome hangers
Clothes hangers are my constant nemesis. At the store, I find my size and try to take a top off the rack, but its tag is stuck on the one behind it. I tug and tug, but it won’t budge. The hangers fall, clothes slip off, and everything gets tangled, sparking instant rage.
The hidden thread
When I feel there’s a fuzz or hair on my face but can’t find it no matter what.
Getting it just right
When I wash the microwave plate and then struggle for ten minutes to put it back so it doesn’t wobble.
Ring ring
When the phone rings. I’d ban phone calls—they feel like harassment to me. Since texting became easy, I limit calls to emergencies only. I hate talking on the phone, but not everyone feels the same. My aunt often disrupts my day by calling just to chat, and my boss prefers calling me multiple times for a few seconds instead of sending a quick message.
Ouch!
When I bite my tongue while eating. How does that even happen?!
Timing
When my husband asks a question that needs a long answer while I’m brushing my teeth, or the waiter asks how the food is while my mouth is full.
Leave me alone
When I’m peacefully lost in my thoughts and someone comes over to ask what’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong—at least not yet—but of course, I can’t say that. “Are you sure you’re okay? Why are you sitting here all alone looking down?” Then I have to force a smile to convince them I’m fine, even though I just want to shout at them to leave me alone.
Arrgh!
When I try to open a bag where it says “tear here,” but it just won’t open no matter what, so I have to rip it open with my teeth and muscles like a caveman.
Noise nuisance
When I open a website and some awful music starts blasting. Please, never put music on websites. Everyone hates it.
Charging ritual
When I plug in my phone charger the wrong way, then flip it, and only then it works. Why does every charge need this little ritual?
Whoosh
Wind. I hate the wind. I style my hair with care, then step outside and the silly wind blows it all over the place?! What a nightmare!
Accent-free typing
My blood boils when I see someone typing without accents. I know most keyboards make it easy to type accented letters with a little effort, but seriously: Hungarian is such a beautiful and unique language—it’s a crime to dumb it down like that. Typing without accents—even to your friends—is just lazy and sloppy.
The bubble
When someone over 13 blows a bubble with their gum. I can forgive kids, but when I see teens on the bus popping gum bubbles, my fists clench. Grow up—nobody’s impressed by your popping!
