I consider myself to be an able,stable, independent woman, who can tackle almost every curveball , big or small, that life throws on my path without greater difficulties. But why, oh why I sometimes find myself wanting to surrender to the role of “weaker vessel” and thinking that I really should not have to have certain skills. This will be a treatise on the subject that will be updated from time to time, namely when need to weep becomes irresistible & talking to yourself does not bring relief, I would think. Also, I will also most likely list things that irritate me, period. Given the right circumstances. In order to give perspective I have categorized levels of irritation as follows: mild, moderate, high, higher, ultrasonic.

I ask you, dear reader, to keep in mind that this is purely therapeutical and not judge me based on this alone. (Also I would like to point out that I actually never weep about such things. Weep just rhymes better with need. Nowadays I mainly weep = bawl my eyes out when watching Extreme Make-Over, the home edition. It is so overwhelmingly emotional! Also, I am not an easily irritable person on the whole. Just ask my friends, they´ll tell you I am as mild as a nice piece of brie on a plate.) Ok, without further ado, here it begins:

• When your computer crashes for the umpteenth time (mid blogging of course) and you´ve done every trick imaginable, there are only the dust balls & maddening queue tone to keep you company whilst waiting (hours, sometimes, I may add) to be connected to some anonymous support person. Irritation level: high to ultrasonic. There is no ground for moderate when it comes to computers & stuff. On the other hand when it is just you there is no one to nag about the dust. And if you´re lucky a friend comes over with a bottle of red and you can get annoyed together.
• You have to polish your own shoes. (Army, besides making boys into men (?) also teaches them to excel in shoe polishing, I have been led to believe.) Then again, while waiting for the polishing frenzy to take over you can buy new, mire-free shoes! Irritation level: mild to moderate & can quite easily be totally polished off with a new pair of shoes.
• revolving doors. a) they are scary (there is always the possibility that you somehow get caught from a scarf and strangle to death or somehow get squashed in the process) and pointless. Why is is thought that a door that revolves is a good or practical thing? b) “modern” semi-automatic revolving doors are so slow it makes you want to pull out your hairs one by one. Irritation level: high to higher. Irritation over almost as soon as you get pass the doors. But boy, while it lasts…