Last week I almost posted a list of things that bug me. Not only in my day-to day life, but in writing and the internet, and well, stuff in general.
All kinds of things, from the ubiquitous usage of the word 'awesome' until it has been relegated to the blandness of the overused and meaningless 'nice', to... well, you can guess that this middle-aged guy has a fairly extensive list of things that bug him. (including being called 'middle-aged'.)
But as I was typing the post last week, I deleted it, and made the decision not to focus on that negative stuff too much. Yeah, some of it irks me, but a lot of it is just a matter of taste. I also realised some of the stuff that bugs me (and they are fairly small niggles) appears on pages published by friends of mine. As such it could be seen as a criticism of their approach, which it is not. I'm sure those friends look at me and get bugged by stuff I write, say or do.
And so for those that think I'm permanently bugged, you're probably right. But as for being unhappy? No. I simply don't smile publicly because when I do I look like a crazed serial-killer that makes students run in terror. And if you don't believe me, ask me to smile for you sometime.
(Except for FaceBook. I will mention them here. They really, really bug me. I'm still blocked (after 9 weeks) for some unknown reason and they won't respond to any of my very polite enquiries or emails.)
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