My Four Funniest Pet Peeves since Moving to Nashville
Don’t get me wrong…
I love living in Nashville; well thirty minutes from Nashville, away from the noise. I enjoy how vibrant the city is and how many activities there are to do at any time of the day. I love how friendly and down to earth strangers are, and how everyone just has this common understanding that life is short so let’s have a good time living it. Although, since moving to Nashville and being an undergraduate student, I have developed several very cringe-worthy pet peeves that absolutely frustrate me. These four things seem to be what could lead to my downfall in establishing a lasting lifestyle in this busy city. We may or may not share the same greatest pet peeves, but I am more than happy to list them and say why they became my pet peeves.
Unnecessary Traffic.
This is a killer for me. Whether I’m on the phone with a friend or family member or trying to have my own personal karaoke performance, unnecessary traffic is understandable but unacceptable in my mind. The only two reasons there should be traffic are: construction and major accidents. Other than that, people need to wake up and realize that other people have things to do and places to be other than watch you waste everyone else’s time.
A lot of times when there is a minor accident, people are so busy trying to see the accident and everything that is involved; they come to an almost complete stop. This drives me nuts because the minor accident has nothing to do with anyone else except the people involved. Whether you’re being nosey or trying to be a hero, you’re operating a vehicle and you need to drive. Another big deal for me is when me or the person in front of me is allowing someone to merge into oncoming traffic from a ramp and they refuse to accelerate. Watch exactly how fast I can change my mind, because someone didn’t pay attention in driving school.
Nashville is a huge and constantly growing and changing city; traffic is inevitable, but there are definitely some instances where I would love to roll down the window and say something nice. The last thing that kills me, is when a car breaks down on the interstate during rush hour. There’s a one hundred percent chance that you knew before you left your house, that your scrub piece of junk wasn’t going to make it to work. Now everyone in the HOV-lane and the lane next to it have to get over when there’s already nowhere else to go because it’s rush hour. All of this could’ve been avoided had you not ignored your check engine light, sweetheart.
When people play their snapchat stories at full volume.
No one cares that you and all your homegirls went to the club last night. While you were out partying and spending money, some of us were making connections and making money in our sleep. The last thing I want to hear walking to my class at nine in the morning, is your ignorant friend screaming and hyping you up while I’m waiting for the elevator to get me to victory. This is honestly number one on my list of all time pet peeves. I used to have a horrible roommate that never cleaned and never ever went to class. All she did was hit every club, come home drunk, throw up, wake up around two in the afternoon, and repeat the same cycle. Thankfully, she flunked out and was sent back to Detroit because I almost lost my mind,
I was currently suffering a knee injury, so there were many times where I didn’t feel like walking around besides going to class. I hated using my crutches, but I hated being in my dorm room even more. Her and I had several exchanges, which I won every time, but by the grace of God that situation is over forever. This was around the time that I was writing seventy percent of the poetry that is now in my debut novel ‘Gold Mouth’. This blog post is meant to be funny and comical, but this pet peeve is actually as serious as it gets. I don’t know where I’d be without my noise canceling headphones.
I’d probably have maybe one or two assault charges, now that I think about it. Praise be to God that I live on my own, completely by myself. It’s awesome because, as you all can see, I write for a living. Writing involves a lot of concentration, so it helps that I am able to control the amount of noise that’s in my apartment. I don’t wake up at eight in the morning to my ex-roommate’s snapchat story of her and her friends screaming over and over. I usually wake up to the sound of birds or sometimes light and subtle rain hitting the concrete outside my window. All in all, things work out for the good of those who love and serve the Lord.
Any car with a Nissan logo attached to it.
This is one that I constantly joke around with my friends, but as I become more accustomed to Nashville, I have noticed a crazy pattern. Every time someone comes into my lane and almost hits me, every time someone cuts me off, or every time I’m also rear-ended by someone not paying attention; it’s a person driving a Nissan. I think it’s safe to say that I officially hold a grudge against the dealership brand and I still await a public apology for the emotional distress.
I am a “former” member for the Nashville car community, and everyone knows that my least favorite car is the Nissan Z. I have a lot of things against them, and number one they sound nasty. There has only been one Nissan Z that I have come across that I have showed respect toward, and it’s my neighbor’s top of the line Z. They’re very common in Nashville, just about as common as a Charger or a Camaro, if not more. People bring way too many of them out during car meets and it’s to the point where I actually stopped coming out to meets, because the lineup was far to predictable. Hopefully people notice this and things change during the springtime, but I would never know because I’m “retired”.
Every single time I’m on campus minding my own business, trying to find a parking space, some female driving either a Nissan Versa or Sentra also t-bones me. This happens literally every time without any sort of disruption in the pattern. It may sound like I’m exaggerating, but you can ask any student on campus; it’s always a stupid little dinged up Versa or Sentra. Full offense to anyone who drives those vehicles, because they’re meant to be driven like a smaller car not a Camaro or a Mustang. But I guess that’s why their cars are always wrecked and smashed up anyways.
People who speak more than they act.
I call this laziness, but other people call this being “unmotivated”. As someone who suffers from several different mental illnesses, I fall off of my focus and hustle many, many times but I also make sure that whenever I’m back to feeling like myself, I make up for everything I missed out on whenever I wasn’t feeling well. This happened a lot in my hometown and this was a major reason why I chose to live in Nashville permanently. People would take about how they want to do this or that, but never make any efforts toward following their dreams. This is very hard for me to witness, because I am someone who likes to see people succeeding.
I would rather you work your tail off and become somewhat successful overnight, than to throw away your dreams and have all kinds of baby daddies and debt and drama in your life. That seems very mundane and very boring to me, and I feel like if those people were raised in an environment where they felt like they could accomplish anything, they would. I spend a lot of time helping student, friends, and sometimes even helping random strangers reach their goals. I only give advice about things I’m for sure about, but I have tried a lot of different things as far as writing, and I’m sure about a lot of things.
One a more serious note, you should never allow your current situation to determine your future. A few people have mocked or ridiculed me for saying this, because of my upbringing, but those same people haven’t made an ounce of progress to this day. Allowing people to influence decisions that define your future, and allowing your environment to limit your experiences is a terrible excuse. You can either make the best of what you have or make a way to become your best.
