I “Quiet-Quit” Saying Stupid Shit

Everywhere I look lately, I see the words “Quiet-quit”. Especially on Medium articles, as of late. I had to look up the meaning and once I saw it, ugh. Sometimes, certain phrases just make you want to puke. Gag me with a thesaurus.

I’m not a hater by nature. Though things related to racism, bigotry, sexism, and homophobia piss me off to no end, I’m not one to jump someone’s shit for the way they choose to live their lives. Especially as those things relate to pop culture and current fads.

Live and let live is generally my motto about most things. However, I’m a human being just like everyone else. There are bound to be things that tend to irrationally annoy us. Popular catchphrases do the trick for me, sometimes.

“Quiet-Quit” isn’t even that annoying, if I’m being totally honest. I’ve had a number of others over the years that drive me nuts far more than that one. My Bride and I have chatted about this phenomenon before. We often agree about some and then have others that only seem to bother one of us.

I believe that a lot of it has to do with an annoying person we’ve known in each of our pasts. I think of some of the most-hated phrases either of us just detests and I can pin it almost solely on that doucher of a person. They ruin the word for us.

It’s sort of like when you’re picking out names for your new baby, and certain ones are automatically off the table because you knew some twit with that name in the past. Exes, bullies, or generally annoying people can definitely have an influence on what you name your child.

For instance: I could never name a child “Donald” at this point. Pretty obvious why that is, if you know me at all well or have been reading my blogs this year. Fortunately, my Bride and I will not be welcoming any more children into this world, so we don’t have to worry about it.

Of the multitude of catchphrases that annoy the living piss out of me, there is one for sure that trumps all the rest. (Fuck, I hate that word, too. “TRUMPS”) Why does this single word drive me crazy? Why did I quiet-quit it over a decade ago? Oh, let me tell you.

The word is “jelly”. No, not the grape or strawberry kind that you spread on your toast. The version that all of the basic-bitches use. That’s a catchphrase I actually like and find funny. “Basic-bitch”. People use that so often as a self-deprecating word, like if they love pumpkin spice or avocado toast. That one is silly, I dig it.

However, jelly can go straight to Hell. People have been using the word “jelly” as a short version of the word “jealous” for at least 15 years or so. I cannot stand hearing someone say that. I can’t even stomach reading that.

I’ll post a pic of something on social media. Perhaps when we went to see Billy Idol a couple of months ago. Inevitably, there’s usually a comment about it like this:

“OMG! I’m SO JELLY!”

Jesus Smuckers, shut up. Before I stab you with a knife and spread you on my toast. That’s the only way I want anything to do with you if you tell me that you’re “jelly”. It’s such a dumb abbreviated version of a perfectly normal word. What do you do with all that time you save, by shortening all of these normal words?

Oh, and that “OMG” part. That’s borderline, in my book. But the ones who will spell it out as “OH EM GEE” when posting about something they’re amazed or impressed with. Just don’t. For the love of Buddha, stop.

I know I’m not the only one who has irrational anger toward certain catchphrases. My Bride, who IS a certifiable saint as a human being, counselor, and liberal, kind-hearted human will go off the rails about a certain word. I’m reluctant to even mention this one, in case she reads this blog.

Fuck it, I’m not whipped. She hates the word “Bugaboo”. In fact, you might say that people who use the word “bugaboo” is one of her bugaboos.

Damn it, I know she’s going to read this. “Reservation for one on the couch tonight, Mr. Provencio.” Oh well. I need to speak my truth.

I know damn well that she hates the word bugaboo because her ex-mother-in-law used to use it frequently. Mai was not a fan of this woman. They had quite different political and religious views. Add a bit of racism and a dash of bigotry, and it’s easy to see why she hates that word to this day.

Again, the person who says these words we now cannot stand tends to be part of the reason we hate the words as badly as we do. It doesn’t even have to be a single person. It can be a large number of people we’re not fond of collectively as a group. I have a number of phrases that I cannot stand that fits this example.

“Bootstraps”, “Let’s Go Brandon”, “Make America Great Again”, “Fake News”, and “Commie/Socialist”. The people using these phases aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed. Especially when using those last two, in a completely inaccurate, incorrect way.

Such is life on this planet. You aren’t required to be particularly smart or clever to use any phrase that you choose. People have the freedom and right to say what they want in the United States. But that doesn’t mean we have to like it, either.

I should probably stop ranting at this point. This husband needs to get home and spend some quality time with his family on a Sunday afternoon. Notice that I didn’t use the word “Hubby”. There’s a reason for that.

I’ve dealt with so many women that have asked for estimates about my carpet cleaning services. Most give me their info, receive my quote back, and then book us to come clean. Some though, respond in this way:

“Oh, ok. Well, let me ask Hubby what he thinks and if he says it’s ok, I’ll get back to you to schedule.”

ARRRRRRGHHHH! Ok, I get it. It’s respectful to run larger purchases by your spouse/significant other. But asking for permission? Good Lord. What is it, 1955? You can’t schedule a service without asking the “head of the household” if it’s ok? Most of those people seem to be of the religious persuasion.

So the Mormons ruined “Hubby” for me. Maybe I should build a bridge and get over all of this. Perhaps I’ll look for the tallest one around and jump off of it. Except I’m a bit afraid of heights. It’s one of my bugaboos. &:^)