So I have many pet peeves. And I had to blog about this one before I hit the hay. So, do you have the shower with a curtain? I do. I used to have that patterned glass, which I loved and adored. But now, my parents decided a while back to go with the curtain. Oh my lord! The hassle it causes and disruption during a peaceful shower is astonishing! Seriously. I need my space, and I love it. I love my bubble. For example, when I'm at a desk with someone else. You have your half, I have mine. Mine will be organized in the order that I need things and will be up to my anal standards. You! I don't care what you do with your side, as long as it doesn't spill onto my side. Simply put, I love my space!
So, any time there is a gust of wind, or for some reason there is any sort breeze that blows through the locked washroom the curtain always, without a doubt! will start to spread and take over the little room I already have to sing and dance. I can't stand it. I absolutely hate when my space is encroached by an inanimate object. I then have to hold it down with my feet and reach my stubby body under the shower in order to properly carry out hygienic standards. Or continuously push the stupid beige-random themed curtain aside; which of course only seems to provoke it more, which then starts to grow out of anger like a Squig.
That was my rant. Thank you for listening.
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