Stuff That Does The Opposite of Bother Me

by irms

I feel a followup is necessary to undo some of the moaning and groaning of my last posting. Here, I list some things that are the human equivalent to how a dog must feel when his belly is being rubbed.  So, without further ado, I give you…my buttons:

People that employ seldom used words in everyday converstation.

The feeling of drying off in the sun.

Tucking my feet under the person sitting next to me.  (The other person tends to not like this as much as I do Stuff That Does The Opposite of Bother Me musings

Cran-Grape Juice, Lucky Charms, cinammon suckers, and cold glasses of milk.

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Movie gift-certificates.

The way my dog lets me hold his feet when he’s sleeping.

Strangers that quote Friends or West Wing.

People that R.O.C.K. O.U.T.  in their cars or to their iPods.

Telling stories about my family.

Brand new socks.  (This one is universal, I think.)

Freshly showered people.  All people.  Bonus points if you still smell like soap.

Old people that hold hands in public.

Patriotic songs and Christmas music.

Watching skinny women drink regular soda instead of diet.

Falling asleep uncovered and waking up with a blanket over me.

Being humbled by an overwhelming truth, and the exhilarating moment when you confess it. (Examples: “I love you,” or, “I was wrong,” or “You’re my lobster.” (part 2)

Having my ears played with.  (The jokes about being part-dog can stop right here.)

Perfectly salted popcorn.

Watermelon at barbeques and sunflower seeds at baseball games.

That sensation you feel when’ve been up for 50+ hours and you’re about to fall asleep.  It’s like this terrifying free-fall, but you know it means good sleep is taking over.

Being graciously proved wrong.

Unconventional and truly useful  business policies (like car-camping in Wal-mart’s parking lot, or offering free coffee to weary travelers [Baymont Inns & Suites]).

Waking up too early and realizing you still have two more hours to sleep.

Friends whose personal-space needs are nearly nonexistent.  (I’m the friend that likes to playfully bat at you, or maybe even shove you from time to time.)

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