Thanks to the recently resurrected Man Blog Forums, I realized that I have a good number of pet peeves. I made a short list some time ago and I guess there’s a burning need to make another one. This one’s a bit longer, a compilation of my replies to a thread of the same topic over at the forums.

I don’t like it when ugly people flirt.
I am somewhat lookist and I will not apologize for it.

Girls with mustaches.
So many Filipinas have such grizzly mouths and it bothers me that it doesn’t bother them! I’ve always been a bit of a hairy girl and prior to getting myself a facial epilator (one of the best things I’ve ever bought), I would painfully pluck at the little bits of fuzz. There are several parts of a woman’s body that I believe needs to be free of hair: armpits, toes, knuckles, and upper lip (I shave my legs on weekends when I wear skirts/shorts and I will not tell you what I do with my ~*~downthere~*~).

Girls whose lipstick/lip color doesn’t match the rest of their face/their skin tone.
There was this one girl on the train who looked at me in disdain and moved away when I coughed lightly into my handkerchief (my mouth was dry and I accidentally sucked in some air). I looked back at her, saw how her gaudy metallic ocher (good lord) lipstick clashed with her skin color, and sort of just curled my lip.

Yeah, I was just kind of offended, heh.

Co-workers who stare.
When strangers stare, it’s kind of annoying (flattering, if the person is cute) but it’s easy to shrug off since they’re strangers, after all, and not someone you run into everyday. When it’s a co-worker, it’s just really rude and uncomfortable.

People who lean their backs on the train’s metal poles.
Does that pole look like your own personal backrest??? Other people need something to hold on to.

When people call me “Helgs”.
Said out loud: my name has a measly two syllables, don’t be lazy.
When typed: my name has five letters, Helgs has five letters; the A key is right beside the S key. It’s really easy.

Improper pluralization (i.e. informations, homeworks, stuffs).

People calling me “sis”.
I never really got the whole “sis” thing. Unless we really are sisters, don’t.

Motorists who don’t slow down/stop or worse, speed up when approaching pedestrian lanes.
These people need to GTFO the roads.

People who say “I love you” to everyone and all the time.
Insincere/fake compliments/flattery.
“I barely know you but I think you’re amazing and really pretty and terrific and I want to be ~*~your friend~*~ and haha, look at you in this photo, you look so funny and kind of fat! Let me give you a site about fat burner advice because you clearly need it! Hahaha, you know I’m just kidding! I love you!”

Clingy girls who play games with their boyfriends for attention.
I’d like to think that the person you supposedly love deserves a more mature approach than that.

When people introduce themselves with useless crap.
This used to weird me out while I was still in college and when I first started working my two call center jobs. We know how it goes: it’s the first day of classes/training and no one knows anyone. One by one, you introduce yourself and I swear, people come up with the dumbest things to say.

“I’m Herguh and I’m 24 and I like the color pink a lot. Spongebob Squarepants is my favorite cartoon character because I also like the color yellow and I like Channel 2 better than Channel 7. My favorite radio station is that station that most cabbies listen to. Again, my favorite color is pink. This defines me as a person.”

Another example that Ade gave:

“I’m 20% Filipino, 30% Cuban, 15% New Yorker, 5% Nigerian, and 30% Russian.”

Ridiculous.

(Admittedly, I used to do that whole I’m this, this, and this crap, chiefly to explain my very un-Filipino surname. I don’t really care nowadays. “Why’s your last name like that?” “Oh, it’s German.” “You don’t look German.” “Yeah, I don’t.”)