The Life of a Heavy Breather

Pet peeves are the causes for everyones unhappiness on a daily basis. If everything in you day goes right that is the one thing that can bring you down. I usually do not have a violent streak but when someone behind me is breathing like they either committed a crime, raped a goat, or ran ten miles and is breathing so deeply that the sound begins to resonate in my ear makes me want to turn around and slap that person up side the head. That really is the one that crawls, slips and leaves a trail of slime under my skin. It is that and the crackly popping of gum. I mean some people are just asking me to pull a Chicago on you. I mean "you had it coming..." right? Seriously though, those people cannot actually believe that your ways of self amusement don't effect the wound up people around you. Even the relax as goo people would still find those tendencies obnoxious. Like I said violence is not my thing. Neither is verbal abuse, but their is moment in everyday where you feel differently toward your surrounding and start to throw books off the shelves of you mind. Some people show it more than others which make for the perfectly awkward situation. I truly think it is the quiet ones that you should watch out for the most. Because if you are angering me you might be able to see the daggers about to be thrown at you through my eyes. Luckily though I keep those at home so you wont have anything to worry about unless you start trying to talk down to me. I am a tolerable person who attempts to avoid conflict if you are really trying to start something then I will confront you. If you are just being annoying I will brush it off and possible confront others. The second isn't a good trait but it is an honest one. Which is again something I try to be.