True story: once my mom and my aunt were having a conversation where my aunt said she was lactose intolerant, to which my mom replied, “I’m people intolerant.”
She’s a funny one, isn’t she? Well, all I can say is, like mother, like daughter. Color me people intolerant, too.
Tonight, I’m feeling particularly people intolerant. I was fine this morning at the gym. I was even fine this afternoon when I met my two friends for lunch and we proceeded to chat for two hours. It’s funny how things can change in a split second. From happy to cranky in 60 seconds flat.
Do you know what has set me off on this people intolerant rampage this evening?
On most days I adore Facebook. But some days I want to strangle some of my Facebook friends. I actually saw a piece on the news tonight which said Facebook has been scientifically proven to breed discontent in its users lives. I assume that’s due to feeling inferior when reading everyone else’s status updates. It’s common to feel stupid or ugly or like sub par parent when comparing yourselves to your friends who, according to their statuses, lead incredibly complete, adventurous, fulfilling, blessed lives. Their spouses are perfect, their children excel in everything, their houses are gorgeous, they take fabulous vacations and their lives are to be envied. Here’s a fact about me: if you end your Facebook or Twitter status with the phrase “so blessed” chances are I’m thinking of a way to climb into the computer and strangle you.
Anyway, it wasn’t a status update from a beautiful friend with perfect children and rich husband that caused my people intolerance tonight. It was the fact college educated people do not know how to properly use your/you’re. Seriously. People, get it together.
I’m not exactly a grammaniac and I’m certainly not bragging, as I’m, quite regrettably, a college drop out, but, despite my lack of a fancy education, I can properly use your and you’re in a sentence. Likewise, I know the difference between their/there/they’re.
So now, thanks to someone’s grammar mistake, I’m cranky. And juvenile. And petty. And a wretched, unforgiving human being.
Who knew a grammar slip up could incite such emotion in me?
How about you? Anything bugging you tonight?