My biggest bet peeve is when someone is directing you to do something. Not just once, but over and over and over again. What a nag. Ugh. I mean, I will do it eventually. Just calm down. Fun fact. I am the nagger….to myself.
I can’t deny that I become an obsessive nagger to those I love. The relentless “reminding” of things that need to be done. I am especially guilty when it comes to my youngest and his job search. That’s another blog. Thank God he is understanding and just says, “thank you” anytime I send him a job listing. He is more tolerant than I was of my mother.
Let’s get back to me. In the midst of getting ready for Bailey’s 30th birthday trip to Vegas, my list seems extra long. Odd, really, because it is a three night trip, so why has my list doubled? The culprit is me. You see, my subconscious must be working extra hard to secure that I don’t forget anything. As I read my list, I realized that I have entered several items twice. Jesus. What a nag. Maybe my subconscious needs to focus on themselves instead of what I’m doing.
The pro to double the pleasure of me nagging myself is that I get to check things off my list twice. This gives me the illusion of being more productive than I really am. Thanks, subconscious for your obsessive reminders. I am officially on my own nerves.
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