Over the course of my 900 years of existing on this planet, I have acquired some lovely nicknames. Naturally my fave is Princess, just regular Princess, because I am the people's Princess, so nothing more needs to be added to that. However, I've been called "Ice Princess", "The Refrigerator", "Snot Box", and as of late "Miss OCD". Personally, I do not mind "Ice Princess" because it reminds me of a time when I didn't put up with crap from anyone, I really need to be more like that girl, but I veered away as I thought I was too much of a Bitch, perhaps I was mistaken.
Saturday night, one of my bestie guy friends Matt and I, were celebrating our 1 year friendship anniversary. We didn't go to dinner or exchange gifts, but we went to the place where we met and sat under my beloved JBJ wall size photo. Pure bliss for me, anyhoo, Matt brought a date, (I KNOW RIGHT!) to our celebration. I brought my friend Michelle, but it wasn't a date, have some class Matt, I mean really. I am totally kidding with the "date" thing, I wasn't upset he had a friend join us, really. OK, so his "date" has this very annoying, to me anyway, habit of twirling her hair. After about a good 10-15 minutes, I finally said something. It may have come off a tad harsh, I might have even spoken a little louder than my normal voice, and perhaps slammed the table? But geezus! If you are hanging with me, you had better not have even annoying tics because I will be a hag and say something. So we go back to chit chat, and lo and behold, she starts it back up. I think I growled under my voice and again brought it to her attention. When I commented the first time, I do believe I said something close to "OH MY GOD! YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH YOUR HAIR TWIRL". So this time I may have even threatened to beat her, it's unclear exactly what was said, but Matt called me "Miss OCD" and asked me to calm down, which I did. They left shortly after that. Hmmmm, was that the reason why? Lol.
I guess my point is, we all have things that either annoy us, disturbs us or sends us over the edge. Doing repetitive motions, clearly, sets me off. But I'm that person that can't sit still either. My leg will just start jumping up and down, and I've been told to stop it and I do. One of the reasons I get so irritated with traffic is because I like to keep moving. When I travel and we come to a dead stop? OMG, it will send me over the edge faster than an car being blown up in Fast & Furious. I was coming home from Charleston, a few months back, and all of the sudden BAM, dead stop traffic. I freaked, I was traveling with a new friend who really hadn't seen how I can go postal, period, must less while being stuck in a non moving vehicle. I tried my phone to find a reason for said traffic, there was none, so that frustrated me. Then I'm looking at the other vehicles and I'm hanging out of the window trying to see if there had been an accident. I wanted to get out of the vehicle but I was told to keep my happy arse inside. So then I tell my friend, "Fine, you have to entertain me, or it's going to get ugly and no singing!" We played "What's your favorite blank?" That was fun for about 5 minutes. The only way I can explain this is I'm not a patient person. I know my close peeps are shocked, they had no idea. But it's true, I blame my DNA. My Dad was not a patient guy, guess that's why we got along so well. When we are ready to go, or do something, by God, the rest of you had better be too. And can I just say, growing up with two Leo's in the house, (neither were me or my Dad, side note) my Dad and I were fuming a lot when it came to traveling. I'm just saying.....
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