Brian and I have the kind of relationship where if I do something like this...
we are able to laugh it off, but what he takes away from it is my joking is a subtle hint that he is driving me nuts.
My husband took on a whole list of pet peeves when he married me:
People who chew with their mouths open
People who gulp loudly
People who make repetitive noises for no purpose whatsoever (like pen clicking)
Chronic throat clearers
Clothes thrown in the hamper inside out
Hangers left in the closet
Gum popping
and the obvious wet towels on the bed
I am sure there are more and when Brian reads this I am certain he will remind me of them.
I am working to let those that are not in my control (shout out to the chronic throat clearer in the cube row next to mine) not drive me quite as crazy as they have in the past.
The noises listed above can really ruin my day. Yes, dramatic - I am aware - my Mom has been telling me that for 22 years now. I am constantly overwhelmed with the urge to ask people if their parents never taught them basic table manners. If I am at dinner and I can hear a table near me chewing, that's an issue. CLOSE YOUR MOUTH OR EAT AT HOME. Will it always bother me?! Probably. But working to not let it get as far as ruining dinner, a movie or a bus ride for me is a must. I can keep a cool composure, but on the inside I am dwelling on the unnecessary noises ringing from table 10.
I have attempted the breathing and counting to 10 method. One issue: after 10, the annoying noise is still occurring.
If I can't think of something soon I will just invest in a bag of lozenges for Mr. Throat Clearer and this shirt and call it a day:
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