My Pet Peeves

“You need to get over this” Said my brother, yelling angrily as he was driving the car. This was the third time we have been to a concert to have a good time with family and friends; yet  I had to interrupt it by my obnoxiousness. “I would never use these public rest-rooms” I said, disgusted by the thought of it. Respectively, my mind got carried away with more thoughts” going to public rest-rooms would get me killed; God knows what type of germs are in there”. Next, I snapped out of my thoughts’ bubble saying these words out loudly “How gross, how Horrible!!” My brother was rolling his eyes, “If it is that bad, why didn’t you go to the bathroom before we left?!  God! You are such a child. He said. “A child?!”  I said, as I am starting to get angry too. “How could I?  When you and mom are always rushing me up as if we’re about to miss the surviving aircraft of the last day on earth! What difference 5 more minutes would make?”. “Sigh” Oh well; maybe I am a fun breaker. There is not much I can do about it.

 This is how it always has been in my family; whenever we are going out someone must be rushing me up “Hurry up! Come on, we’re going to be late! Why are you taking too long?! ” Shouting my name repeatedly. I hate it, and it gets on my nerves; that so many times I would just change my clothes and stay home after going through all the trouble of getting dressed up.  That is one of my pet peeves. “Never rush me up”

When I do stay home after all that fuss, I could have the entire house for myself; enjoy a relaxing time watching TV. Not to mention getting to avoid the dilemma of using a public restroom. I have always been a germaphobe. I never go anywhere without a hand sanitizer. The worst part of my day out, would be looking for a restroom. I would not mind using public restrooms that are somehow clean, or really clean. For instance, I like the restrooms inside the malls of Dubai City, unlike the ones placed in concerts, those are just too dirty, and usually people would be lining up to use them. To stand in a line and wait, knowing the end will not pleasant, is almost like torturing a person before completely killing him. That was my second pet peeve.

 Who am I kidding? It is one of my nightmares.