Peeves

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When you’re sick and someone asks how you’re doing. That’s great, thanks for being interested.

But then barely any time has passed and they ask again about how you’re doing.

Well, unless I took a pill to cure the common cold, I still feel like shit. In fact, I’ll probably feel like shit in another three hours and maybe even when I talk to you tomorrow.

Sounds ungrateful but I right now I am sick and I feel like taking it out on nice people.

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Authors with initials in their names.

Why can you not have your full name published?

In this day and age I know it isn’t woke to want to know if the novel I’m about to read is by a male or female, but I do care. Men and women do, despite today’s society telling us otherwise, bring different perspectives to characters. Knowing the gender of the author, for better or for worse, makes me feel context. And context is control that me, as the reader, likes to have.

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The laughing emoji.

Does the poster mean funny ha-ha or funny as in odd? I rarely post anything on Facebook but when I see that emoji I cringe.

I guess I don’t get it. If the response is to a clip of Friends or Seinfeld then I get laughing about it. And occasionally a political post will elicit a click of the emoji from me. But I see people click on the emoji in response to deaths or for things completely neutral and not remotely humorous.

I believe the laughing emoji screams of snark and though I can be both sarcastic and cynical, snark betrays snootiness and superiority, neither qualities of which I admire.