Redheaded Jill

Is there anything that fills you with rage that you just can’t explain? I’m sure you have a list, because I have a list and… my guess is all God’s children got lists. So here’s mine.

• Football. I hate football so much. I hate the absolute hero worship that football players get, especially college football in the South, or Chief’s football in KCK, KCMO area. I hate the hype. I hate how much it fills up the media and the entire world seems to revolve around football and a mediocre halftime performance at the super bowl. So. Stupid.
• Cyclists, specifically cyclists on dirt roads. You don’t live here. You have hundreds of miles of road you could ride on, but you drive down MY road and freak out MY dog and then get mad when he barks at you. Well guess what. He lives here. You don’t. Go. Away.
• Strangers driving on my road. There is a mile stretch of road with approximately six homes on it. Three of those homes are owned by my relatives. The other three are families I either know or know of. I pretty much know which cars are supposed to be here and which aren’t. For those people who ride around on my road and throw beer cans into the creek and speed up and down at 3-4 in the morning… You are a menace. And you are not welcome. If I could charge a toll I would. Too many animals have been hit and killed by psycho drivers. (In our family alone, two dogs, countless cats and even my sister’s HORSE!) How do you accidentally hit a horse? On a straight road? Where the speed limit is 40? Justice has never been metered out for these reckless drivers.
• The State of Alabama. Primarily for football reasons (as listed above) but also because they don’t have seasons, it is always hot and humid, and the drivers are only alive because I am convinced God sent all the guardian angels there to protect people from those who run red lights every single day.

Are these rational feelings? Probably not. But they’re real.