Analysis Of My Pet Peeves

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I am thoroughly distraught, peeved even, at the audacity of these people. I simply cannot comprehend what goes on within their pea pod of a skull. How are they so persistent? Why? Well, whatever reason they have would probably sound imprudent to me. Those people, the scum of our planet, and my pet peeve; the people who complain about things they have no control over. Today, as usual, I can smell their ignorance. Those who physically bleed stupidity. The ones who constantly complain and are unable to feel the tactile calmness of letting things happen. They refuse to let it flow like the wind over your hand when you reach out the car window. Those who complain about things they cannot change. They grumble behind me, unsensing of my bitter hatred.

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