Pet Peeve of the Day #1 - Questions

(I'm going to ignore that this is three days late, follow the crowd: you do it, too.)

Questions

Okay, I don't actually hate questions. In fact, I love questions. Questions are very open people, unlike their neighbors, statements. Statements just tell you, they never listen. I do, however, hate when people ask questions and they don't want the answer (a rhetorical question that doesn't come off as a rhetorical question).

"How are you doing?"

"Pretty bad, actually."

"Oh... um..."

See? Most of the time, most people don't want to know [i]how you are doing[/i]. They want you to tell them that they are doing well. Any other response is basically killing the conversation before it truly begins.

This annoys me a lot (hence it being a pet peeve). But as I am not one to give into other's flimsy, faulty, whims (or my own, flimsy, faulty, whims, for that matter.) I don't just tell people what they want to hear "Great, thanks! Yourself?". But I'm not a drama queen, so I don't want to walk around saying I feel terrible. I just stick to a very non-committal "fine." Even when I'm having a good day.

And that's also why I don't typically ask how other people are doing. I know that it's impolite, but if I don't ask you how you're doing, then I really, truly, don't care. (Or I figure, you're talking to me and sound normal, so you must be okay, at least.) So if I don't care about the answer, why waste the breath asking?

So I guess my pet peeve is neither questions nor rhetorical non-rhetorical questions. It's probably when people ask the wrong question.

"Will you tell me you're doing well?"

"Sure."

"How're you?"

"Well, you?"

And all the parenthesis you see in this (or other) posts basically display my internal monologues for all to see. THAT is why I can't make a short blog post. Or a short anything post, really.

This Blog Comes In Many Parts (Or Just Five)

One.

I deleted a post because it was something that had to be done in parts, and I was not and am not up to ever completing the series, so to speak. It wasn't all that fantastic, and it's already gone and I'm over it.

Two.

I have another (long, long) overdue Japanese Milstone to share: 52 Kanji. Before Mid-June (when I leave for a month), I want to have 233408320948230 of my Kanji down. But, uh, considering there are not that many Kanji, and I could probably do over 9000 Kanji a day every day and still not make that, I'll stick for finishing the first 2,054.

Three.

In a lame attempt to blog more, I'm going to do a "Pet Peeve of the Day" every day until I end up missing a day. It'll be a short post, probably less than 500 words each, but I'll just state what my pet peeve is and why it came to be. I'd start today, but I want to have my thoughts a bit more organized, and it's obvious they're not organized now, as I don't even know how many parts this post will have.

Four.

I haven't written anything in ages. I want to write something, but I need a prompt and went throught about 25 before I realized that I might be being too picky and I should just do the next one I see, then stopped looking at them. I think I'll try writing something Thursday, which will be the next time I really have time to sit and relax and stuff.

My main problem with writing has been that my brain works faster than my hands can write or type. Giving me 15 minutes to brainstorm for a story is just horrible. In fifteen minutes I could have thought up my entire introduction and how the plot is going to go. Then I'm more interested in working out the middle than thinking of the beginning, or the details for how I'm going to get there. I think I want to try co-authoring, as well, as the past times I've done it it has been fun. It's just that my co-authoring friend and I can't do it anymore. =\

Five.

I might have Celiac Disease. If you don't know what Celiac is, and want the short verison, it's basically a food allergy. Except it's only as far as digestion, and you're allergic to gluten (which is in most wheat and/or oat products). I remember that, somewhere between Kindergarten and Second Grade, that one of my friend's mother was allergic to corn syrup. (You don't want to have corn syrup, correct, but it's still in so much.) I remember looking at my juice box (or someone's juice box) and noticing it had corn syrup in it and thinking "It must really suck to be allergic to that." Yeah, I think I finally truly understand how much it sucks, haha.

But it could be worse, I guess. I could be lactose intolerant (dairy food group), gluten intolerant (wheat and oats food group), and be allergic to corn syrup.