As a very contented and simple child, I really have no huge pet peeve. After painfully racking my brain for almost half an hour, I was able to come up with a couple of small things that irritate me a little.
Have you ever noticed that when some adults reach the age of around 40, their memory goes into a sudden rapid downfall? Well, my mom is the perfect example of very short-term memory loss. And that’s also what gets on my nerves, making this my number one pet peeve. Usually, it’s when we’re almost late to someplace that my mom’s memory loss is triggered. The most common example is, when it’s already 7:50, and we are just getting ready to leave our house for school. I’m already irritated at how long it takes my mom to be done with her iPad business (downloading Korean drama videos). After Mom’s been driving for a couple minutes, she suddenly gasps, turning to look at me. “Did I close the garage door?” I usually roll my eyes and reply, “I don’t know, just drive.” She’s already forgotten if she closed the garage door after two minutes. When Mom isn’t sure, she always goes back to check, but every time, it’s closed. And every time she finds the garage door closed, I yell, “See? It’s closed! Now step on the gas!” When we get back on the road, we only have 5 minutes before the first bell, making me very “peeved.”
Another peeve of mine is shrimp - a small free-swimming crustacean with an elongated body, typically marine and frequently harvested for food. That’s the definition I got from Google. This is the definition of shrimp (the correct one) I found in Mister Justino Wei’s brain engine: a squirming ball of disgustingness. This exact definition is what goes through my mind every time my mom forces me to eat shrimp. This “peeves” me off because shrimp and my stomach have very big disagreements. When two pieces of shrimp are placed on my plate, and mom gives me “the eye,” it’s like the end of the world for my poor belly. Mom’s saying, “It’s healthy for your body! Eat it!” makes me even more sick. As if the spoiled seafood smell and squishy appearance that reach my two senses don’t scare me, the taste makes something primitive in my belly want to come up and see the outside world. This pet peeve, the most annoying on the physical scale, definitely drives me mad.
My third and not last pet peeve, most likely shared by millions of people around the world, is losing large amounts of precious loot. After spending hours and hours on a game, gaining loot by breaking other players’ hearts and taking their loot, it irritates me to have all the hard work in gaining the loot destroyed. Although the game isn’t real, and it’s a small thing to lose virtual money, it still annoys me greatly.
Finally, my last pet peeve is having a cold toilet seat. Our toilet seats all have warmers, but my mom always turns them off, saying it “wastes electricity.” The freezing seat tortures my sensitive buttocks, which send signals to my brain, telling it the huge discomfort that my bottom is feeling. The sensitive skin of my bum freezing up destroys the otherwise comfortable feeling of getting rid of body waste.
Overall, my four pet peeves are all very small things, with no lasting negative effects. Still, they are very irritating, making my good mood crash down. For a thorough list of my pet peeves, please go to www.justinosbrain.com.
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