This is has become my personal statement as of late. It originated from one of the many personality and skill inventory tests that I took this last month. I was filling out the “Revised NEO Personality Inventory Test,” which consisted of three hundred and fifty seven questions or so, and the phrase below happened to be number 136.
Stupidity makes me angry.
Strongly agree, agree, disagree, or strongly disagree?
I burst out laughing. “Strongly agree,” I said to myself, filling in the left-most circle. Soon after, at the expense of my own idiocy, I put the phrase to use.
It was in my World Literature class again—the one with several English majors that can’t seem to pronounce authors’ names correctly. Anyway, at the time, there was a girl campaigning for one of the students running for Purdue’s student body president position. As such, she gave everyone in the class a pen with her candidate’s name. When I received mine, I attempted to repeatedly click the end of it before realizing it was stuck. “This pen is faulty!” I said playfully, turning around in my desk and holding the pen out to her. I was quickly whipped back around by my acquaintance, K, who sits in front of me. “Dawn,” she said slowly, “taking the pen from my fingers, “it works like this,” she stressed, showing me that I, in fact, was clicking the wrong part. “Ahhh, yes. Now I see,” I said, as the class laughed. “My stupidity makes me angry.”
That first day, I used the phrase as a joke. Now it seems that, everyday, I am witnessing obtuse situations, hearing incorrect utterances, and reading inconsistencies that irritate me.
Take, for instance, a simple survey printed in Friday's edition of The Exponent. The question was, “What are you doing for Easter?” A few people responded, “Nothing;” one said “I am staying [at school];” and another responded, “I’m going to Chicago to see my girlfriend’s family.” The one that really made me shudder, however, was the unfortunate girl who stated that she doesn’t celebrate Easter because she “is not American.”
Hmmm. I’m assuming this is related to the reason that I don’t participate in Ramadan; after all, I’m not, for example, Palestinian.
Another thing that has been exasperating to both K and I is the repeated mispronunciations that occur said World Literature class. By far, the most common one has been Flaubert, an incredibly famous French writer. So why has his name become Americanized into “Flaw-burt?” A more frustrating mistake, however, was the day a girl gave a presentation on “Frank Calf-kuh.” All I have to say is that, for an English Education major, she should have known that his first name is, in fact, FRANZ, and that his last name is pronounced “Cauf-kah.” However, both of these mistakes (among others) were corrected by yet another outspoken girl in class. Both K and I smiled and gave her the ‘thumbs up’ as soon as she mentioned that, “As an English major, when you pronounce something wrong, you look like an idiot.”
I think she deserves a gold star.
I do not, however. I’m too outspoken about the things that annoy me. Like alcohol, for instance. I just cannot tolerate it, and I don’t think that I ever will be able to. In fact, my sans-drinking stance on life has earned me the reputation of being “the good girl,” the “square;” something that I embrace. I’ll leave the excessive alcohol consumption to others who might not ever learn...
Speaking of all these pet peeves, I am reminded of a list that I made several months ago. I remember that I was actually filling out an Extended Info section on Facebook. I had already filled out sections personally titled “Fears,” “Role Models,” and “Favorite Words” when I began exploring potential irritants to include in “Pet Peeves.” At the time, I believe this is what I posted:
Belittling, “know-it-all-ism,” phoniness, naivety, compulsive lying, & materialism.
People who...are slobs, dipsomaniacs, don’t use their blinkers, lane drift, walk too slow, are old-fashioned, eat with their fingers, wear too-small clothes, wear too-small bikinis, mow the lawn in their too-small bikinis, overuse their cell phones, text others who are in the same room, and don’t know the words to the national anthem.
I also dislike nosy neighbors, A Nightmare Before Christmas, alcohol, widescreen monitors, girls who are obsessed with the Twilight books, June bugs, the movie “Juno,” relish, monkeys, online gaming communities, cigarettes, and leashes used on rambunctious children whom parents seem to have no control over.
This really shouldn’t be that bad of a list. Everyone has irritants, pet peeves, things that anger them. Some of these listed items—monkeys and nosy neighbors, for instance—are just simple annoyances. I dislike relish, and A Nightmare Before Christmas always gave me nightmares. However, for several of the “items” on this list, I become incredibly judgmental, which is quite problematic. I assume that everyone who drinks is irresponsible and foolish, and that girls who obsess over Edward Cullen will never find their true husband. (It is also of my opinion that if a “Twilighter” was drunk enough, she might be tricked into thinking she is meeting Mr. Sparkly.)
Yes, I am that terrible. I am a stubborn, judgmental person that just can’t seem to accept others’ points of view. Currently, I flat-out refuse to. I have the understanding that, if I have already deemed something as “unnecessary,” “immature,” or “stupid,” then there is no way I will be convinced otherwise.
And that’s something I need to work on. I know this.