What bothers you and why?

Omg. Who in their right minds would come right out and dare to ask me this question?!!!! Don’t take me wrong for saying this, but I got to say it anyway. If they do, they need their examined. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t even know where to start if asked. And here’s something to think about: If and when I start, how the heck are they, whoever they are, going to get me to stop?!

Hmm…

Once upon a time, close to nineteen years ago, someone close to me, in all innocence, set me on the path to blogging. And what have I been doing since? Writing, of course, duh! But, what kind of writing? A short story here and a short story there, humorous takes on the mundane stuff that makes up my life, utterly sad stuff passed off as poetry, and… scattered (or expertly hidden?) amongst it all my grievances against the world and the way it functions. In short, things that bother me.

You see, things that bother me are too many. The condition of our world, and its supposed leaders, for one. The colossal human stupidity for another. Following these are many more. Big ones, little ones, unbearable ones, bearable to a degree ones, those that shoot up my blood pressure, others that turn me into ice, some that I can kick right in the face and force to retreat, others that leave me in despair because I can do nothing about it.

Anyways…

At the risk of repeating myself, I’ll mention one in particular: People who give needless advice. People who think they have answers for everything that before you have even finished saying something they have a solution pat for you. Did you ask for it? Of course not. But that’s such a small technicality as far as they are concerned.

You know what’s interesting -baffling is a better word- unlike me the rest of the world eats out of the hands of these very people, and ask for more. In fact they glow in the free attention they get from the free advice providers. Just watching them in action gives me the heebie-jeebies. I find myself automatically slipping into the invisible armour suit I carry around with me always to avoid being contaminated.

Oh well. It’s not my world. I accept that. After all I am the hedgehog from Neptune. Sigh.

©️ Shail Mohan 2025