Leggings–are they pants? This is a controversy that has plagued the Internet since I started college. If you had asked me this question while I was in high school, my answer would have been a solid no. Nope. No way José. Leggings were most certainly not pants… half the time girls don’t buy a good pair and they’re see through. No, honey, I don’t want to see your hot pink thong stuck in your butt crack. No thank you.
Guys, I’m sure, would beg to differ with this opinion. Leggings seem to fall into the category with yoga pants that guys love so much. Basically make you look like you have a nice ass even if you don’t really have a nice ass–or an ass at all for that matter. It’s like magic!
Let’s just say that my opinion has changed drastically. I love leggings. I own so many pairs. They’re my favorite! They’re cute, they tuck well into boots (a problem I have faced in the past) and, most importantly, THEY’RE COMFORTABLE. Comfort is key, my friends, especially when I’m spending hours upon hours in the library. I have gone over an entire month without wearing jeans. I’m not lying. I might have a problem. But the first step is admitting it, right?
Like the “stereotypical white girl” that memes, Buzzfeed lists, and ThoughtCatalog posts endlessly make fun of, I wear leggings, boots, sweaters, and scarves on a regular basis. This is probably (read: hopefully) the only criteria I fit with regard to this stereotype. You won’t find me spending obscene amounts of money on $6 drinks from Starbucks nor will you see me sporting a huge Michael Kors watch on my left wrist or ruining my pair of nonexistent UGGs by walking around in the Ithaca snow.
The Internet has this one wrong, that’s for sure–leggings most certainly ARE pants. Leggings FTW.
I am not an easily stressed person. I like to think of myself as a laid back and go with the flow kinda gal–I’m sure most people who are actually really uptight think that, but that’s besides the point. Regardless, I rarely find myself getting stressed out. Occasionally when I have a hell week of class with 12 exams and 7 papers and practice for 9 thousand hours with only 3 hours of sleep a night, I might break out into a face full of zits and be miserable. But that’s rare. I’m usually pretty good at managing everything I need to do while still making time to go out and have fun. But there will always be a number of things that are so stupid that they shouldn’t stress me out–but they do. No clue why, but the following ten (in addition to many more I can’t think of yet) things have always bothered me. I wonder if they secretly stress any of you out for no reason too.
1. When my windshield wipers are going a different speed than the cars in oncoming traffic. This stresses me out the most when my wipers are on hyper speed while the cars in oncoming traffic have their wipers set to the lowest setting, swiping away rain every few seconds or so. I feel as if those people are silently judging me for having mine set so fast. (In a super snooty voice) Welllll look at that car over there with it’s wipers on so fast! That driver must not be as experienced as IIIIII myself am at driving in the rain. Tsk, tsk.
2. When my car headlights aren’t on but they are on every other car. Okay, Phoebe (yes, my car has a name, and yes, her name is Phoebe. Or Pheebs) isn’t new. It’s a 2003 and whoever owned her before really went the cheap route–manual locks and crank windows. I thought power locks and windows were standard by 2003, but apparently I was wrong. The person who owned Phoebe before me also smoked and got in a lot of accidents, but that’s besides the point. What I’m getting at here is that she doesn’t have fancy schmancy sensors that detect when it’s dark enough for the headlights to go on so I have to put them on myself. And I love Pheebs, I do. She gets me from point A to point B with no problems. It’s just that when I’m driving at night-ish and I see other cars with their headlights on but I feel that I can see fine without them, that I don’t quite need them yet, then I get stressed out a little. THEN, when I decide to finally turn my headlights on, I get stressed out about the fact that some unsuspecting car will actually see my headlights go on. Crazy, I know.
3. Deciding what time to go to the gym. Hmmm, what time should I go to the gym today? WELL, I DON’T KNOW. ACK. Going to the gym always messes with my shower schedule–that’s why I get stressed. Usually I shower at night, so that way my hair can air dry before I go to bed, I can avoid blow drying it (because I straighten it all the time anyway, my hair doesn’t need the added heat damage), and it’ll be ready to go the next morning. But if I decide to go the the gym early the next morning, I can’t shower at night, because, what’s the point? I’m just going to get sweaty soon enough. But then, If I decide to go the the gym around 5 and I have plans later, I might not have enough time to shower, blow dry my hair, and make it to where ever I have to be on time. Ugh. And if I choose to go to the gym in the middle of the day? Well, that opens up a whole new can of worms that you don’t want me to get started on.
4. When Siri starts going off in the middle of class. Scenario: Me, sitting in class, la di da la di da. Me, getting a little distracted and deciding to check my text messages or whatever. Me, hitting the home button only ONE TIME, not pressing it down to invoke the wrath of Siri so I can see what my friend sent me. Next thing you know DING DING (you know, in that way that iPhones do) or SORRY, I DIDN’T GET THAT goes off in the middle of my lecture hall. Everyone stares. Everyone knows it was you who was
playing with your phone. Even the professor. Me, hitting the lock button a million times until the voices stop, my heart–which was going a million miles a minute–only calming down when the screen finally goes black.
5. When I think people can hear my music through my headphones. I think this one is mostly because I hate when I can hear other people’s music through their headphones. Seriously, you don’t need to listen to your music that loud. Unless, of course, you want to be deaf by the time you’re 40, but hey, that’s your call I guess. I always constantly end up taking my earbuds out of my ears and checking to see if I can hear the music from the outside. Why? Beats me. I shouldn’t really care… but I do.
6. That little bit of chalk/marker on the board that the teacher missed. I know this one bothers a lot of people out there besides me. But it’s the worst! Especially when teachers do it on purpose to annoy their students (I had a teacher that would do this all the time, meh). Then, I spend a significant amount of time–more than I’m willing to admit–staring at that little, lonely line. I’ve actually been in classes where my fellow classmates interrupted and asked for that lonely line to be erased. I like those people.
7. When the top of the can falls into whatever you’ve just opened. I really hate this. When the lid of the can falls in, I stare at it for a few moments and cry a little inside. You can’t get it out with your fingers–because it’s impossible and if you could you’d probably cut yourself pretty badly. So, I now have to a get a spoon or fork that otherwise wouldn’t get dirty to pry the jagged piece of metal out of my food. Awesome. And this is the worst part–I HATE getting that can lid dirty. That stresses me out the most. It’s not like I’m not gonna throw it out anyway?! WHY DO I CARE?
8. Dresses with pockets. Seriously, why? Why do we need dresses with pockets? It’s not like we’re going to put anything in them! Especially if it’s a sundress-y type thing. Let’s be real–if we were to put anything in that there pocket, it would sag and pull the dress and make it look ugly. Really ugly. No one wants to see that. So why put pockets in dresses in the first place?! AH.
9. Driving at night in the rain. I don’t mind driving at night. I don’t mind driving in the rain. But driving at night in the rain is one of my own personal kinds of hell. It’s awful! The road is covered with water and the glare from the streetlights and oncoming traffic make it impossible to see the lines. I could be driving in my lane. But I also could be driving into oncoming traffic or in the bike lane and some pedestrian is on the way to their death.
10. Feet. First off–EW. Feet. Are. GROSS. I hate when people touch me with their feet. I hate when people touch my feet. When either of those two things happen, my stress level instantly skyrockets until A) I move a safe distance from those calloused monstrosities, usually in a way that involves extreme amounts of spastic flinching, or B) I hit the person who dared touch me with their feet. I mean, come on. You walk around on only god knows what with those things. They sweat. They smell. The get corns, bunions, callouses, you name it. They can even get funguses! YIKES. Keep ’em away from me, please.
1. Slow walkers. Seriously. I know that I’m not the fastest person in the world–I’m one of the slower people on my team–but when I need to get somewhere? I move, man. Which is why I get so annoyed with slow walkers. Especially when I walk past them and see them on their phone. Get out of your own little world, get off your damn phone, and walk. Keep pace with other people on the sidewalk. Jeez.
2. When girls wear big, knit winter scarves and they are loose and don’t even touch their neck. I might be mistaken, but isn’t the purpose of a scarf TO KEEP YOUR NECK WARM? What good is it doing six inches from your neck, hanging like a necklace? I don’t get it. When I got outside, I have that shit wrapped around my neck so that nothing is exposed. Forget fashion, I want to be warm. Especially when it’s 5 degrees with a -10 windchill.
3. Phone-a-thons. I don’t like being asked for money. That’s the reason I hate calling people and asking them for “gifts” (do not use the word “donation,” that’s a no-no). I understand that it is one of our biggest fundraisers and without it we wouldn’t be able to travel as much as a team–no hotels, busses, anything. Asking people for money always sucks though. That’s why I call my family members, that’s not too bad. Oh, and I just hope that people don’t answer the phone.
4 . When people don’t say please or thank you. These are basic manners, people! You learned them in preschool–hell, before preschool, even. It’s polite and it’s been drilled into my head since I was a child, and I’m glad my parents enforced it so much. Is it really that hard to say thank you after I do something nice for you? It makes me feel good and I’ll be more inclined to help you again in the future. UGH, please please please just have some manners. Manners matter. Thanks.
5. When you’re in a crowded place and you sneeze and no one says “God bless you.” Again with the whole manners thing. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been in a library or a dining hall and I’ve sneezed and no one had bothered to say “God bless you.” It’s common courtesy. I know I’m a stranger and I know you think I’m weird because I’ve been on Facebook for the past hour in the library instead of doing work, but it’s not that difficult to say those three little words. I always do, even if it’s a stranger. Come on, people! What if I had died because you didn’t bless me?!
6. When people drag their feet when they walk. Heel-toe, heel-toe–that’s how my mom explained walking in heels to me. It helps, especially with my gawky awkwardness. Once I start dragging my feet, it’s game over and I’m likely to roll an ankle (I’m also likely to do that in sneakers, on flat ground, but whatever). But that’s how you’re supposed to walk normally! People wonder why the soles of their shoes wear down so quickly… it’s because you aren’t picking up your damn feet! Especially when it’s snowy–I can’t tell you how many times I saw straight lines coming from people’s feet instead of simply footprints. This can’t be real life.
7. Bags under my eyes, even when I’ve gotten 8+ hours of sleep. Okay, this I don’t really understand. I make a conscious effort to get 7-9 hours of sleep every night, so WHY ON EARTH do I have bags under my eyes! I’m well-rested for crying out loud! What, am I supposed to get 12 hours of sleep? As a college student? Yeah right. It’s just dumb.
8. When people leave time on the microwave. I’m one of those people who feel insanely accomplished when I finish even the most menial of tasks before the time runs out on the microwave. But when people leave time on the microwave? Not cool. I mean, I completely understand if your food is done and you don’t want it to overcook or burn or explode or whatever, that’s fine. But after you take your food out, HIT THE DAMN CLEAR BUTTON. It takes about .3 seconds. It’s not hard, I promise. You won’t get hurt and the microwave doesn’t bite (it might cause cancer, but whatever). I know this is really dumb, but it bothers me to no end when I look at the microwave for the time and I see :08 staring at me.
9. When I’m less than 3 feet behind someone and they don’t even look to hold the door open. Wow, I’m really on a manners rant today. But really, when you’re walking through a door, at least peek behind you to see if anyone is within a reasonable distance to hold the door for. If you want to make it awkward, hold the door for them when they’re really far away and make them do that weird walk/run thing to get to you. If you’re on the other side–having the door held for you–don’t forget to say “thank you.”
10. People who don’t move on the sidewalk. I’m walking to class when suddenly, I see a large group approaching on the sidewalk. I move to the right side to be polite, but I firmly hold my ground. I will not move this time, I won’t. We slowly more closer and closer to each other and it becomes apparent that they will not move either–they are intent on staying as a little pack. I roll my eyes and reluctantly step onto the soft, muddy grass, messing up my boots. I am not happy. Why am I always the one to move? And then, when I don’t move, the people in the other group get angry. REALLY?! You stay on the left side and I’ll stay on the right side, just like if we were driving. It’s not that hard. Common sense.
11. Golf umbrellas. I’ll be honest, I was once one of those people. I had a huge golf umbrella that would shrink up to an absurdly compact size and I would tote it around in my backpack just waiting for the moment it would rain so I could pull it out. It was rainbow. It was cool. I thought I was cool, you know, not getting wet and all. But then the umbrella broke and I had to resort to my little, pink, regular sized umbrella. The first day I walked to class with it, I realized just how annoying golf umbrellas are. They’re obnoxious and they’re not practical for sidewalks. I’ll be walking to class, jamming out to Cruise on my iPod, and I see it. This guy with a huge umbrella. I know he’s not gonna move, so I have to. This usually involves me having to move my umbrella, getting my hair wet (ick!), and stepping in the mud. Ask me how happy I am about all of this.