Don't bother the introvert

People who talk a lot bug me.

This probably isn't shocking to anybody who really knows me well (haha).

A couple nights ago I went to a craft store, prepared to zone out and look at all the pretty stuff.

I was looking at all the pretties when I heard something irritating. Somebody was talking an isle over from me. I couldn't understand the words, but it was a low tone and consistent. It went on for a few minutes and I started to wonder how the person could talk so much without pausing to breathe.

How annoying.

I tried to continue shopping but I couldn't. The person just kept on talking. I walked to the other isle to see what the noise was. There were two young girls, probably teenagers, and one was reading a text message to the other one.

I think there should be a rule in craft stores. Don't be noisy and don't bother the introvert who wants to look at pretty stuff.

Ahem.

Talking to have a meaningful conversation with someone, even in a store, is okay. Talking to hear yourself talk is just noise. 

I hate noise. 

(When alcohol is not involved I'm fond of quietness, not hearing people talk and peace.)

Please people, some introverts love that store and don't want to hear your drama while in it.

And now I officially sound old.

I want this.

Borderline

Part of my New Year's resolution next year is to live as frugally as possible.

Well, maybe.

To be honest, I hate New Year resolutions and I hate people who make them. Last year at the gym it took an act of God to find a machine from January to about mid-March. After the new year, it was as if everyone in town suddenly realized that exercising is good for you and maybe you should do it often and better your life.

I mean, the audacity those people have!

Kidding aside, I'm just not a resolutions kind of a person. But I've been thinking of ways I could better my life and growing my savings account seems like a pretty good thing to do.

So my latest thing is being frugal.

(It's probably a phase that won't last long.)

Over the weekend I went through my closet and realized I don't use a lot of what's in it. Those old t-shirts from college have holes in them and are useless.

Or are they?

I took a pair of scissors to one t-shirt on Sunday. I came up with seven dust rags FOR FREE! I was pretty proud of myself. I don't have to buy rags now!

But I guess I do have to clean.

Ah, bummer.

I have a pin on Pinterest for making a rug out of old t-shirts. Unfortunately my favorite colors are red and purple, so that would be one funky looking rug.

Maybe I'll just stick to my rag-making ways and forget about the rug for now.

I also saw a pin for re-using old k-cups. Most of the ideas were stupid. And then I realized there's a fine line between being frugal and being crazy.

I'm borderline, I think.