Things that make me uncomfortable

The smell of foul liquor blatantly leaving one’s mouth./

Being called 'sir'/

Gray haired men with their phallus shaped spandex./

The word 'gastronomy'./

Compliments. How can one receive praise AND keep their composure?/

The fact that elevators fail to establish a 'first come, first served' policy./

Public restrooms with no stalls. You know, the ones that pretend to be an intimate quarter where peaceful relief is a top priority… until a stranger lay their hand on the lever and interrupt your flow, disturbing any sense of so-called privacy, all because investing 50 bucks in an OCCUPIED deadbolt would have been oh so ridiculous?/

Having to communicate and share feelings. Your feelings, their feelings, my feelings… feelings make me uncomfortable.