Cat lady of pet peeves

I'm starting to worry that I'm to easily annoyed. Little things just really rile me up sometimes. My new laptop for example (to be correct its the university's new laptop which I have the privilege of using) has the delete key up next to the F keys instead of down next to the arrows like my old one and it drives me nuts. And I really hate how smokers throw cigarette butts every where. And don't get me started on gap closers. I digress. . . why? because I am the Old cat lady of pet peeves. I've got loads of them; I hoard them and I'm getting more and more as I get older. Sure, I need to relax, let go of things I can't change before they fill up my house full of feces and urine, until I and die leaving my home to be cleaned up by hazmat and my children thinking it was all there fault and they should have stopped by more. Sorry maybe I took the metaphor a little far. But maybe I sould let it be, live and let live and all that serenity blah blah.

No! I say, nothing will ever change unless someone like me makes noise. Would we have this great nation if the founding father just decided, ah I can't change things the British aren't that annoying. Would we have air conditioning if people just thought " it's hot but I can't change that". Would we have disposable diaper because someone was annoyed with washing cloth diapers which is definitely gross. Or would we have easy cheese if someone didn't get annoyed with cutting up lots of little pieces of cheese for their crackers. Or would we have Velcro shoes it old people didn't get tired of tying their shoes? Or would I have death ray on my car that gives a severe sun burns to anyone that attempts to close the gap when I changing lanes? . . .wait still working on the "death ray" but one day people will think twice when closing gaps mark my word mooohohohohwaahahahah.

But then again, I guess all this whining just makes ME annoying or move the delete key on my computer.