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By Evan ~ June 4th, 2007. Filed under: lists, rant.
This week’s theme is frustration. Every entry will be based on observations I’ve made that cause my blood to boil. The topics are repetition based, and by that I mean each one relates to an incident that is allowed to arise (usually its a sporadic occurrence) no matter how hard you try to distance yourself from it. The formula is, I introduce the topic and then list a few of my own related experiences. Hopefully you will then contribute your own original ideas to expand upon those I propose. Ready? Ok.
What Am I Doing Here Again? – These are places you go even though you’ve been there before and had a horrible time. Why? I don’t know. If I knew, I wouldn’t keep making these mistakes.
- Family Reunions: It starts okay, and everyone asks the same questions about what I’m doing with my life, like they’re interested in getting to know me even though we only see each other once every three years. But then the next get together rolls around, and they ask questions related to what I was doing three years ago, which only leads to awkward exchanges and more questions about the present. It’s like being encased in amber.
- Movie Theaters: The notion that you’re going to travel some distance to sit in a crowd and take in anything remotely good has been simply non-existent in the past five years. Movie theaters are clearly not the place to go if you want to see a movie. So why the hell do I keep dropping ten dollars at a time to lose two or three hours of my life?
- Starbucks: I don’t even really like coffee, or lattes. In my experience, when people don’t know what to do they go to Starbucks. I actually met a date at Starbucks once. There certainly are enough of them to ensure you’re probably going to wind up at one someday, but after the first overpriced drink and low-quality snack, why bother returning?
- Outdoor Music Festivals: I’ve been to a handful of these and they’re atrocious. The sound is pitiful, the crowd is lame, tickets are pricey, and traffic is a nightmare whether you’re coming or going. No amount of trying is going to realize a festival promoters dream of recreating Woodstock, so why do I continue to allow the opportunity to see one or two choice bands to ruin an otherwise perfectly useful day? That’s a horribly worded sentence…
- “Indie” Dance Clubs: No more will I be dragged to any “Indie” nights at the local rock club. No more. I can’t handle it. It’s like picking up your father’s old shotgun, checking to see if its loaded, raising it to your temple, and pulling the trigger, thus effectively ending your life. Only its worse.
- Online Message Boards: When I was in middle school and high school I was all over Usenet and various bulletin board systems. Now I only contribute to one, and I’m proud of my ability to take control and reason how pointless it is. Now if only I could realize its entirely pointless and not make an exception.
- Qdoba: I live in a neighborhood with no less than ten dozen opportunities to try new Mexican dishes. And yet I still feel compelled to go to the Qdoba downtown and overpay for a burrito, just so I can feel horrible (or possibly contract food poisoning) an hour or two later. Why, Evan? Why?
