Promises, Promises

There are a lot of things that I don't like about society, but if there's one thing which gets me every time;  it's breaking promises.

"Oh, I PROMISE I'll call tonight!" And then no call is received.

"I promise we'll meet up this week!" And then no meet up is planned.

"I promise to come over Saturday for the project!" And then you're stuck alone finishing the project.

I think that gives you an idea. There are different kinds of promises, but I think overall, unless you were blackmailed, or too young/ inebriated/ high to make sense of a promise, promises should be fulfilled. And yes, I said inebriated instead of "drunk."

You don't just say one thing and do another. It's not right.

Remember those pinky promises that we'd all make when we were six? What happened to the sincerity in that?

You can see unfulfilled promises everywhere. From gimmicks on advertisements, to lies from people. When does it stop?

I particularly hate it when there are two sides to a promise.

Example:

Amy and Beth are doing a partner project due in a week. Amy promises to write everything onto the poster and Beth promises to research everything. Wednesday comes around and Amy asks Beth if she finished the research. Beth says she didn't. Come Thursday, Amy asks again, and Beth apologizes and says that she's still not done. Beth then promises to go over to Amy's house to finish the project. Amy waits till eight, calls Beth a couple times, but receives no answer. In the end, Amy is forced to research everything and write everything onto the poster by herself. 

In stories like these, people like Beth get the grade without doing the work. I've been in situations like these, but one time it was taken too far. (This was also the last time I let someone take the advantage.)

I was doing a project with a girl. It was a creative project, in which we had to create a comic strip. We decided that I would draw and she would color and trace. We planned a little bit together, but I thought up most of the comic strip. Then came the day it was due, and my partner hasn't colored anything. I had spent some of my own time coloring, and expected her to at least do so much. But no. In a free period, I saw her and told her to come help me color. She never showed, and I ended up finishing it. And rushing it. In the end, as I ran to my class to hand it in before the day was over, the teacher reminded me to put my name on it.

I did. But I only put my name on it.

When my partner for the project was confronted, I said nothing. And when she asked me about it, I simply said she didn't help me. Which was completely and utterly true. Why should she get any credit if she didn't do any work? She didn't get the grade, either.

Revenge is a dish best served cold...really, really cold.'

But as you can see, I have strong feelings when it comes to promises, or keeping ends of deals.

So the next time you decide to ignore a project, or your partner decides to ignore a project; just remember: you never know how much it'll cost you.

Cue the evil laughter.

~Banana Win

A Collection of Pet Peeves and Real Time Happenings

There are just certain things about people that can make me want to wring their necks.
Well, not literally.

You see, you know those small things that just get on your nerves? Pet peeves? I have a few.

Okay, maybe not a few.

But I'll just name a few.

#1. Say it, Don't Spray it!

I absolutely hate it when people blab on and on (oftentimes about something I could care less about) and to top it off, what do they do? They spray their spittle all over my face. That isn't enjoyable. You know what makes it worse? When they don't even realize they're like a sprinkler over there with their mouth.

#2. I'd rather not smell you.

I think everyone has encountered someone, at least once in their life, who needs deodorant--and doesn't use it. I have met some of these people. One of them went as far as to say that she doesn't need deodorant, because her "sweat smells nice." In what demented world does sweat have a sweet aroma? No, to me, sweat is sweat, and it is stinky. And say that someone did have odorless sweat? I would love to meet that person. It's a rule teenagers learn from the time they hit puberty: if you want to keep everyone happy, put the deo on.

#3. Drinking from other people's cups.

Okay, now this one might sound a little prissy. It's not like I haven't drank from other people's cups or bottles before. But those were desperate times. And desperate times call for desperate measures. But sometimes there are those people who just slobber all over the top of a bottle, so much that you can see their spit. And then all I can imagine is "oh my good lord, I am just ingesting more and more saliva." Ew. It goes the same with cups. I am a clean freak, and I repeatedly drown cups in water till they smell clean. Let's just pin it on a minor, minor case of OCD.

#4. Having the toilet seat up/down.

So this pet peeve goes two ways. When a guy just leaves the seat up, I get irritated. Is it so much to ask to put the seat back into its proper position? Same with those seat slammers. When you're in a rush, and you need to go, it can get annoying to do all that shifting. Lesson learned.

 #5. People who chew with their mouth open.

This one I am pretty lenient on. I mean, certain things just don't fit right in your mouth. But when it gets to a point where it's beyond disgusting, I put my fork down. (Never use that pun. It's terrible). We're all glad that you're enjoying your food, but we don't need to see tht process.

#6. The Fake Friends

Don't know who I'm talking about? I'm talking about those people who are always "nice" to you. "Nice" in quotations because they act nice, and then say things that have double-bladed meanings. Example: "Aw, you got an A minus on the math test? That's too bad." And that's after that "A minus" was your best grade in the class. Cue the death glares. Or maybe "That dress is really pretty, but did it shrink in the dryer? That's why you have to air-dry those kinds." Now that's a double whammy. Insulting someone's weight and laundry skills! But I think you get my point. I've come across my share of fake friends. Unfortunately, if you're mean to them, you get the same treatment, so I'd best say to keep calm and go with it.

Interlude

The rain just had to interrupt my lovely reminiscing. I would say it were raining cats and dogs, but that would be a lie. All I see are leaves falling everywhere, wind whipping everything, and random attacks at my window, courtesy of the wonderful rain. Not. My window is a blurred mess right now. Anyway, enough rambling about the annoying sprays of water (maybe that could be another pet peeve of mine? random water attacks?) Let's go!

Alright, I have one last pet peeve for all you random readers who can probably care less about what some even more random person has to say.

#7. When someone thinks it's just fine to take your things.

Okay, you may be a little confused here. But I've had family and friends who think that because they are just so close to me (and that doesn't necessarily mean personally--I don't think the term blood is thicker than water applies to me), they can randomly come in and use something of mine. Usually it is something electronic, say a tablet or something. And no, I'm not some uptight rich, snooty patootie person. It was a gift. Moving on. I just hate it when people waltz into my room, take said item, and proceed to use it. Or ask oh so innocently if they can use something of mine. It would just cause some stupid argument if I said no. I guess what my point is, is that I don't like when people touch/ use things of mine, and think it's perfectly fine. Because it's not.

Well there you have it, a few of pet peeves that makes this girl tic. Okay, that was probably my worst pun yet. Oh well. If you didn't notice, I posted a short "article" of sorts about paradoxes, so if you're interested, scroll below. I wouldn't mind a comment or two about what you think of my blog, but it doesn't matter to me either way.

Have fun, drink lots of water, and eat junk!

~Banana Win

One of Those "Worst Day Ever" Moments

So I can't say that today was my absolute Worst Day Ever, but it comes pretty close. To put it simply, my day consisted of:

Stress (from home) x Friends (stressing me out) + 1(annoying mistake) + 1(program that would not cooperate) = Bad Day

Simple equation, I assure you.

I have this one friend. We had to choose groups among our friends for a trip. There's this big mix-up, probably some lies involved and some secrecy. I get into a group. We were both supposed to be in it. We didn't get in together. Well, she didn't get in it. What does this create? Problems. So she doesn't have a group, and everyone needs a group to go on the trip!

She starts crying. Yes, I know you're sad. Yes, I know you're stressed. But for God's sake it's not the end of the world! I felt really bad though--even though I knew nothing was my fault.

We try to solve the problem. Her way of solving the problem was to leave my group whom I wanted to go with and pair up with her. There are four people in a group. One + One does not equal Four. It wouldn't work. We would get split up. Or put together with some random people.

Now tell me, isn't that a bit selfish? At first I didn't say anything, but she just kept on pressuring me! For the love of all above, why?

She kept on provoking me, "Yeah you could just leave your group, it'll be fine, they probably won't get split up anyway," or, "Yeah, then we can be together at least, and we could find someone," to "Yeah, since it's not too hard to change it, we can find a way to fix it."

I felt like yelling at her: Did I agree to go with you? With someone who isn't that close of a friend? With one other person who, not to mention, does not talk so much? And then get paired up with people I'm not close with?

Talk about aggravating! She had to go drag everyone into it, cry--please, it's not such a big deal--and then pressure me. I chose against her, thank you very much.

Now I know, I know, it may seem like I'm being a mean person or something like that, but think about it fairly: If one friend wanted to go with you compared to two close friends (not including the third girl) who wanted to go with you, who would you choose? Will crying help? Would pressuring help?

Frankly, I'm a very blunt person. I see things in black and white. I look at a situation and I see the best option. My friend should have understood that though she may have fun--I wouldn't. She should have taken into consideration my own feelings. Instead of me dragging me through a hell of a mess adding onto my hell of a day.

She sure knows how to make a person feel more stressed. Her problems looked so petty compared to moving to another state. I hope she learns one day that there are bigger things to cry about. (And no, this does not imply that she won't ever learn, Anonymous who commented on my last post. Assuming can sound very condescending, and the comment sounded more like a lecture than anything else. If you want to lecture, start your own blog! And see, I was still nice in my reply to your comment--I said thank you.)

Today was definitely one of those "Worst Day Ever" moments.

Why Egos Irk Me

If there is one thing I can hate about a person, it is their ego. Usually, I don't have this problem with girls, mostly guys. Tell me --why do you want to have a big head? Why must you be praised? The egos are so suffocating, and it is irritating to deal with. At least once a day, I'm talked to in a patronizing way, by someone who thinks that they're better than me, smarter than me, and cooler than me. At least once a day, I am forced to talk to someone who thinks the world is at their feet, and they're the ruler. And I'm sure it is like this for many. So for all of you out there who think that these egotistical people are the banes of our existence, I'm right there with you, shouting for my peace of mind.

~Banana Win

What I Hate About Being Sick

Don't you just hate being sick? I won't believe anyone if they say they like to be sick--unless their reason is truly valid. Being sick for me just creates an annoyance. I miss out on tons of projects, and tons of work. Not fun, I assure you, especially when I have to finish all my work over the weekend--which is what I must do now. I was sick for the past three days. Not fun, I reiterate. On top of that, there's the fact that friends worry about you. Now, I don't consider myself a very popular person, in fact I particularly dislike those kids in schools who think that they're all that. But I did have to answer my friends who were worrying. Which involved talking--God save my sore throat!--and a lot of finger action for texting. As if I'm not already tired. Well, there's my rant of the day. Being sick is not fun.

~Banana Win

P.S. If you haven't already, I would really like if you read my story on wattpad, and maybe even voted? (To vote, click the orange button to the side of the story.) Any-who, here's the link! http://www.wattpad.com/2979790-the-edge-of-the-world-prologue-chapter-one
Please read if you can!