Things I am officially sick to death of hearing (well, sick an inch from death, I won't actually die if I hear them one more time but it will be close!) :
"Eat a cheeseburger!/Are you getting enough to eat, dear?/Are you anorexic?"
Guess what guys? Some people are scrawny-- and it's ok! The sky is not going to fall because my elbows are bony. The communists are not going to win because I can wear children's shirts. Nobody has divided by zero. Everything is all right. I eat more cheeseburgers than I should. I am getting enough to eat, not that it's any of your business... dear. And when has it ever been ok to ask someone if they have an eating disorder? And why is it assumed that skinny people do? What the heck does quick metabolism and genetics from a family of scrawny people have to do with anything? Gee, I wonder.
"You'll change your mind!/It's different when they're your own./This is just a phase, you'll grow out of it."
I say I don't want kids. You blurt out one of this horrifically overused phrases. I immediately want to smack you. Who are you, exactly, to tell me what I might feel in the future? Don't you think maybe I should be the one who worries about what I might feel in the future? And as for it being different when they are my own, so what? That negates almost none of the reasons why I don't want kids. And frankly, it does not make me want children any more than I do now (that is, not at all.) And no, me saying I don't want them isn't an invitation for you to start listing off all the wonderful things about having kids. I'm glad you are happy with yours; it doesn't mean I need to have one. And it doesn't mean that your condescending bullying on whether or not I should have one is ok. I'm going to live my life, you go on and live yours. Shoo! Hurry, shoo! This conversation has wasted five seconds of time that you will never get back to spend with your squalling child!
"Oh, you're an atheist, why are you worshiping Satan?/Oh, you're an atheist, I'll pray for you./Oh, you're an atheist, you're just rebelling."
Well, it's kinda hard to worship someone I don't believe in, but if it will make you shush about it, I'll be sure to let "Satan" know that this gets on my nerves. You're not praying for me, you're praying against me. You're praying that I leave myself behind and go live my life as you see fit. If I thought praying had any effect on anything, I would be offended. And no, believing something different than you doesn't make me in a stage of rebellion. It just means I believe something different from you.
*Ring ring!*
Me: Hello?
Caller: Oh yes is so-and-so there?
Me: No sorry, wrong number.
Caller: Are you sure?
Me: ...
I don't even know how to whine about that. No dude, you're right, so-and-so that I've never met nor heard of is right here, I just don't want to let you talk to her! I'm keeping her all to myself! MWAHAHAH!
*This has been Whine and Cheese Hour with Liela, in which I tell you things that I am sick of hearing. Tune in next time at Never O'Clock for the next installment of incessant whining!*