Complaining About Stuff I Don't Like

I have been neglecting this blog, I feel. Sorry about that, I just haven't been feeling the inspiration. ("It's not like anyone really reads this or cares about it", y'know, that kind of stuff.) There has been some stuff I could've written about, but I'm worried that if I write while I'm uninterested, I come across as uninteresting.

So, yeah. Today's post is going to follow the general direction this blog has taken: I am going to complain about the stuff I don't like. There are a few items that I've recently been annoyed at, listed in no particular order.

First off, mothers cycling with their kids. I carefully worded that sentence, in order to give you a wrong impression. Y'see, I have nothing against families, and it is great to see parents spending time with their kids. However, I got a new summer job. It's a half-an-hour bicycle ride away from my apartment. Today, when I came "home" from work, I passed two mothers cycling with their kids. (That's two separate occasions, in case you're wondering.) They all handled their bikes alright, and did not pose me any unnecessary hardships. The kids were even wearing helmets!

You see, where I'm going, don't you? The point is, that the kids were wearing the helmets. Their parents had bought them them (not a typo), and their mother had most likely (in a loving, motherly fashion ["... or else."]) reminded them to put them on. So where, oh, where, were the mothers' helmets! You've got kids, lady. What are you trying to teach them? "You need to use the helmets. I don't, because I'm an adult, and adults don't get into accidents"?

If you see yours looking like this, it saved your life.

I was going to make a finely crafted segue here, but I got carried away, so I missed the opportunity. However, in an earlier paragraph, I mentioned having a new summer job. I am a clerk at a groceries shop. I don't like it. Y'see, just the other day, I was filling shelves, when a customer bumped me a bit in order to reach the spaghetti. I, of course, moved in order to not be in the way. This lead into a shocking realization: My work is worth less to the company than a 1€ package of spaghetti. Y'see, of course there needs to be someone filling the shelves. But if it wasn't me, it would be Kassu, Hellu, Jakke, Robba, or any other of my coworkers with five-letter nickname. Or a trained chimpanzee. And the end result would be no different.

This is what ruined working at a grocery store for me. Avoid it.

Third, and so far the last item is relationship problems. A faithful reader may have noticed my blog post a while ago about breaking up with (well, being dumped by) my girlfriend? Well, I picked myself up (I was helped in doing so) and, would you look at that, just happened to get in a new relationship! (Don't judge me! There are a precious few things in this world I take seriously, and relationships is one of them. So it's not a rebound or whatever you want to call it.) I love her, and it's great. Or used to be.

I've wanted to use this picture from the moment I saw it.

 To save y'all from boring details, turns out she has some stuff she has to sort out before she can truly commit to this relationship. And she needs time to do so.
And I'm trying to give her the time. I want to give her the time. But there is no guarantee that after she does work it out, she even wants this relationship. And this waiting and uncertainty is just tearing me apart inside.
 And that sucks.