3 Biggest Causes of my Stress

by Ondre
(Bratislava)

What drives me crazy???? There are many things in life that drive a man crazy. If I was to list them all I’d be here for many days typing away.

Instead I am going to highlight the main ones for me and give reasons why.

1. Incompetence. I hate it. People’s complete disregard to apply even the smallest amount of common sense in any situation has to come top of the list. This really does rile me, especially if I have in my position as a manager given clear, concise instructions on what I want doing. This gripe doesn’t confine itself to the workplace either. Teenagers, neighbors and the local council all come into the top ten of incompetents.

2. Bad Motorists. Is it so hard to indicate at roundabouts? Maybe it is. If I realized how hard it was I would of learned mind reading at school instead of algebra, I would of found it much more useful. And it isn’t only failure to indicate at roundabouts that annoys me. It’s failing to care whether I’m going round a roundabout or not and pulling out in front of me regardless. It’s the motorists who insist on driving down the middle lane of a motorway with not another car insight until I come along and overtake them, shaking my head at them in disgust. It’s old people who own big powerful cars and then insist on driving at half the appropriate speed limit no matter where they are.

3. And finally……………. Other people’s children. No, not all of them. Just the ones who can’t behave. That climb all over you while your sat relaxing drinking a cup of tea. That kick you on the leg just for offering them a wry smile. That run amok in our supermarkets, screaming at the top of their lungs and demanding every chocolate bar in sight, whilst their hapless mothers look on in sheer embarrassment, not knowing what to do to control them. Children who don’t mind if a stray football bangs against your front window or throwing their litter onto our pavements. Children who take dogs for a walk but would rather walk on hot coals and rusty nails than use a pooper scooper.

These are the things that drive me crazy. I hope you can relate to some, if not all of them.