Unsolicited Advice AKA Air Pollution

It makes me crazy when people wear their shoes in my house. What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?

The crazy habit or act which drives me crazy, well one of them atleast, is unsolicited advice giving by certain people. Once or twice it is fine and I guess everybody does give out advice at random even if they don’t really have any credibility in doing so. But when they give out the same bullshit unsolicited advice over & over again despite you trying to politely change the subject and give them hints that you are not interested in listening any further on the subject they still persist, that is begging for a rebuke!

I also notice that most people who regularly give out unsolicited advice are not only not perfect but they have plenty of problems & issues themselves. However it is this sense of superiority and sense of looking at you as someone who is so lost and in need of guidance that makes them pollute the air so much. And I’m not saying that some of those people or even the advice is not well intentioned but when they fill your ears with bullshit advice that starts to grind my gears after a while.

So stop dolling out the advice my friends or be prepared to get a earful in return. Which they can’t take much of in return! No thanks Mr. Perfect!

Prompt from the Daily Post at WordPress.com.

Through My Back Windows

Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.

Mine is back windows since I live on the 7th floor of an apartment building. I see the road that is perpendicular to the main road, the ones that leads towards our building. It is rarely busy or crowded as it is mostly a residential area with small shops, stores and rather small eateries & tea shops as businesses. I see the 3 tea shops and if I strain my head I can see the grocery store and a novelty shop next to it. I can also see a photo studio, a small store that sells shirts and tshirts and a tiny stall that sells little snacks & lemonade.

I see another bigger, more posher apartment building which I wish we lived in instead of this one. I see the cars coming in through the gate as the day starts to drift into the evening and people come in from work. I see kids playing in the play area or riding their bikes in allocated spots. I see two dogs, belonging to my neighbour, drinking what looks like milk from their bowls and wagging their tails as a young girl of maybe 12-13 watched them having just poured the milk in their bowls. I see the filthy rich neighbour’s family members sitting in the front verandha and talking to each other, moving their hands animatedly.

I see a couple of day labourers walking back tired from the day’s work and one of them is reading a newspaper as he talks to his friend. I see two cars starting and leaving from their parked spot near the two day labourers are walking towards. And I see the last strands of sunlight fade away to darkness as the nighttime falls.

Prompt from the Daily Post at WordPress.com.