liesbeths Brand New Annoyances

So the past few days I have been winding myself up about a few different things and I’ve learnt that the best way to release those tensions is to write about them. It happens to have a very cathartic effect. So, are you ready to read about some first world problems? Here we go.

Other messages on facebook

The inbox folder on your Facebook account is obviously something you are very aware of, but you also have a folder called ‘other’ which is precisely next to your inbox. If someone isn’t part of your friend’s list, or a friend of a friend, then this is the folder where your private messages go to. AND NOBODY READS THEM. I recently wrote an article for the Dutch Glamour about the 100 cutest eligible bachelors in the Netherlands. This means I sent ten million messages to potential men for this list and about 70% of those messages wound up in the ‘other-folder.’ Meanwhile, this list has hit the stores nearly two months ago and I am still getting daily messages from dud’s claiming “oooh I only just saw this message now.” HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? Your other folder is RIGHT next to your normal inbox! You have eyes! How can you not see it?! Man oh man.

that it’s fall

Last night I dropped by my dad’s place for a glass of wine, and well, that one glass turned into two, which then turned into three, and before we realized it, we had been drinking till nine thirty. An array of dark clouds was forming outside ready to burst right when I headed out the door on my bike. “Cycle quickly!” my dad yelled, but no matter fast i pedaled, getting home dry was impossible. Halfway through all I could do was laugh and I was literally laughing out loud saying “Omg it’s raining insanely hard,” and then I just gave in and actually enjoyed it. But anyways, I cycled to a nice warm and dry house, but having to do this when you’re on your way to an appointment is dead awful and I can already feel the winter depression leering around the corner, and man do I hate the cold. So just to give you a little heads up, expect a lot of weather complaints coming your way.

that i can’t single handedly shut down seaworld

I recently watched the documentary Blackfish (and have re-watched it two more times) because it is so gripping. The documentary tells the gut wrenching story about how water parks such as SeaWorld keep these animals in captivity and how cruel and gruesome the orca’s and other sea creatures are treated. There are a dozen scientific reasons (all which are mentioned in the documentary) as to why this is not okay. In what world is kidnapping and orca out of the wild a good idea only to teach it to do the most pathetic tricks in a swimming pool? You need to watch this documentary (watch the trailer here available on Netflix) and promise me you will never ever set foot in another park like this ever again. Never.

that i am really clueless when it comes to taxes

I’ve written a few jokes about doing taxes in the past, but when push comes to shove, I’ve had it. The slight panic attack that I have as soon as another one of those envelops is thrown into my mailbox, questions about tax reduction and garnishments gives me the chills – I don’t want to do it anymore. Dammit I just want to know and understand what I’m up for so that I know how to handle the situation if I ever find a tax assessment of 10K or something. Someone HELP ME.

that my phone is broken

Ha yeah this is super duper fun. I don’t know what I did to have such a screwed up screen (okay okay it might have taken a little bit of a dive off of my couch) but now I am left without a phone. Well, at least my own phone since I am currently borrowing one of May’s old ones, so none of my own apps or photos. Incredibly annoying. I dropped my phone off at some shabby little phone store and it is now being sent to “someone” who’s going to repair it for me after making the following brilliant deal. “If it works a little, it’ll cost you 30 euros and it will be done by Friday, and if it works a lot, it’ll cost you 80 euros and you will get it back on Monday.” SERIOUSLY. Unfortunately I didn’t have any other alternatives so I caved and asked if he had any proof of delivery. The man helping me gave me quite an odd stare, grabbed the nearest form of paper and jotted down ‘agreement’ in the most illegible handwriting. Guys let me tell you, this is an outstanding deal.