Annoyance - Blog Posts
the next time i go to the cripplepunk tag or sum and see some hoe with adhd talking sum about 'adhd paralysis' or 'how adderall is LITERALLY lifesaving!' or about how 'omg this post about physical disability is SO me but with my ADHD lol see I'm included', I will show up to their house and replace all of their food with bricks and replace all of their clothes with bamboo paper and replace all water in their home with slightly out of date soy milk an-
Bwhahaha
Okay so on my old phone I had an alarm that sounded like a bunch of birds chirping in the morning and so whenever I hear high pitched bird sounds it irritates and pisses me off so much 😆
the characters I chose are not automatically characters I hate, just the ones that came to my mind the fastest. I was also bored and interested
I swear customers only show up on a slow day when im doing something that can't be interupted.
i have a razer mouse and its scroll wheel always goes back whenever i scroll down. whhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Short Stories #2
2. Waiting
Heels clicked against the polished, stone floor as nurses in white and teal, carrying paperwork and various instruments hurried by. Hands typed on keyboards in a flurry while also picking up calls for appointments and guiding a long line of patients. The smell of disinfectant and sanitizer never failed to assault the senses but you get used to it after a while. Soft murmurs and chatters lazily floated in the room creating a lull in the air which would be shattered by the sudden, alarming announcement for the next patient. Irritation simmered underneath my skin as unruly children ran around untamed, threw magazines at each other and spilled water on the floor while the parents chit chatted or scrolled on their screens. Somewhere in the back a child started wailing. I heaved a deep sigh and felt the beginnings of a pounding headache. I was already here longer than I should have been, absolutely annoyed that they delayed my appointment to twenty minutes later. A man to my right kept distractingly tapping his water bottle, his fingers moving in a synchronized rhythm. The little boy to my left kept shifting in his seat and would get up every two minutes to explore the restroom despite being reprimanded by his mother repeatedly. A woman across me crossed her legs and shook her foot while another tapped her obnoxiously high heeled shoes. Restless and bored, that's what they all were. The wailing of the baby had now reached a high intensity, ear piercing shriek which left the father no choice but to take his child outside. A few people sighed in relief. I, too, heaved another deep sigh but not of relief, as my headache reached its potential and banged against my skull. I wondered, not for the first time, how long it would take for my turn. Till then, I'll be waiting.
Heavily inspired by female author/poet (Susan sontag) and the sheer hatred and utter annoyance I have for most people... y'all truly suck dick