my skin is crawling...

okay, not really. that sounds like i'm infested with bugs or something...gross.

i'm at home, in western north carolina for the week. after being home, oh, about twenty-four hours, i was reminded of a few of my pet peeves, and thought i would share them with the world (or, with my handful of bored readers, haha).

1. i cannot, cannot, cannot stand it when someone embraces politics from the pulpit. don't tell me how to vote based on how God told you to vote. this happens--a LOT--where i am from. i don't care to hear your views privately, but please, don't use the pulpit to further your own political agenda, regardless of what it is. just let it be.

2. keep the PDA to yourself. there is no need to kiss, hug, make out, etc. in public places. not only are you making everyone uncomfortable, but you look ridiculous. so, just don't. please?

3. stop worrying, and talking, and focusing on relationships all the time. and stop asking me if i have a boyfriend. i don't, but...i'm about to have a bachelor's degree in a little over seven days. and, in three and a half years, i'll have a master's degree. yes, i should be a part of the group "my friends are getting married. i'm getting an advanced degree" on facebook. no, i'm not actually a part of it. yes, you should let me deal with my love life, or lack thereof, myself. just because i'm not married with three kids like most people my age around here doesn't mean i'm not doing anything with my life.

4. stop asking me what i want to do with my life career wise. because i'm not sure yet, and if i were sure, don't you think i'd tell you?

5. please don't spend thirty minutes trying to convince me to come back to my "small town roots" and telling me that one day i'll want to live here forever. that's very doubtful. if in case you are right, you can celebrate whenever that happens. for now...the only thing attractive to this place are the low rent prices. and they're low for a reason.

i'm thinking maybe these pet peeves come from growing up in a small town. did you grow up in a small town, where everyone knows everyone, and everyone's business? do you deal with this stuff? if so, i'm kind of glad, because it reminds me that i'm not alone in this boat.

this post is probably overly sarcastic and somewhat acidic. i really do love my hometown, in many ways. it's just these little things that get under my skin after seventy-two hours, but my mom and brother help keep me sane :)