your kryptonite
The conversation came up at dinner tonight.
And my new best friend Jen Hatmaker talks about it in her book For the Love. (Which I am listening to on audio and which I am finding more hilarious than an early episode of New Girl. And loads more appropriate.)
Everybody has a thing. Maybe you call it your pet peeve. Maybe your kryptonite.
What’s your thing?
You know – the thing that is so irrational that when you aren’t experiencing it even you can laugh at it but when you are experiencing it – well, everybody better run for cover and not mock you until the storm has passed and maybe a week or three in addition?
I don’t just mean the personal pet peeve like – fingers on a chalkboard or people arriving late to meetings.
I mean the thing that, when it happens, has you careening off the edge of sanity right into the pits of despair faster than our dog Ringo can sneak his way into our front door.
And no – this isn’t a serious thing. It’s not like something that deserves your passion or your attention. It’s not the thing you give yourself over to correct or to change the world.
The point is – this is a ridiculous thing.
I assured my friends that I wouldn’t connect their names with their issues but I have one friend whose thing is hot feet. Hot feet. As in, when her feet start to get toasty if she cannot regulate the temperature of her foot immediately then she is likely to lose her ever loving mind and start having convulsions right on your living room floor.
At dinner we discussed one person’s distaste for the sound of fingers snapping. And another person’s zero tolerance level for his pinky to touch his ring finger. (I’m not making these up, you guys – I promise!)
Mine?
It’s the excessively loud sound when some crazy thinks it is necessary to put the fan in the car on high so that when you turn the ignition a painful sound emits from the car, blowing air and helping no one.
There is never a reason for this. No excuse, really. It is never that hot nor that cold that this loud noise will actually serve your purposes.
Turning the fan to high is always the wrong choice, people.
I want to know what your thing is.
What’s your kryptonite?
10 Comments
Hilary
The men of Bangladesh hocking up loogies ALL the time. I mean ALL the time. I hear it right now in my second floor flat happening at 9:26 PM. They also clear their noses all the time by holding one side of their nose and blowing it all out.
Sick.
laceykeigley
You win.
That has to be the worst sound EVER!
Jessie Hatter
Mine would be nails being clipped. If I am not the one doing it to myself or another person and I hear it happening….A dark force unleashes. My husband knows to cut his fingernails outside or when I am not home. ?
laceykeigley
ha.
Sometimes I am afraid to share these weird-o truths for fear people will know my weaknesses and take advantage of them! 🙂
karen
i have a few, but one of my least favorite things is when my ankle bones touch each other. no. thank. you.
laceykeigley
I love these because so many of them I would have NEVER thought of and I love hearing he funny things that make up our quirks.
Ankle bones.
Do they touch often? I have no idea.
Sarah W.
Loud chewing. Chewing with the mouth open. Ah! I can’ handle it.
laceykeigley
Ha – and kids love that one! 🙂
Holly Paulette
Emery boards. I simply cannot. I’m actually convulsing a little in my chair as I type this. Cringe.
laceykeigley
My oldest has the exact same problem.
But then what do your nails look like?