My “why” column of two weeks ago seemed to go over quite well. I can’t quite figure out why that one in particular was so popular, but hey, who am I to question success? If it works, do it!

In meeting the requests I received to come up with something similar I have created a sequel. I know that sequels aren’t usually as entertaining as the original, but I hope to change all of that. It’s a tough job but somebody’s got to do it.

So, without further ado, heeeere’s “Don’t You Hate It When…”

Don’t you hate it when you’re dining out with friends, and in the middle of a gulp of pop or beer or some fizzy-like beverage, you laugh and a tiny bit of carbination lodges itself in you nasal cavity?

Worse yet, when the whole gulp redirects its course back out via your nose. What a mess, not to mention some serious nose pain. Boy that can really kill a mood too, can’t it?

Don’t you hate it when people down-grade your problems by saying, “just wait until you’re in the real world.” Where am I now? The unreal world. Is this all a fantasy, or purely a nightmare?

Don’t you hate it when no matter how hard you try not to, you fall asleep in class? Whether it’s a result of late night activities or a nuclear-bomb type cold medicine, it’s embarrassing none the less.

You either get that little thread of drool in the corner of your mouth that sways in the breeze, or you begin breathing so heavily it sounds like the construction work they’re doing on the student center.

Don’t you hate it when you decide to give yourself a break and miss class just this once (or twice) and on that day your teacher gives a quiz? How about when they assign a giant homework project with tremendous point value that you didn’t find out about.

Whenever that happens you can just hear your parents’ voices in the back of your mind saying, “I told you so.” I hate it when that happens, too.

Don’t you hate it when (this is a personal one) people write emotion-filled letters that not only cut down your beliefs, but your personality as well, and then DON’T SIGN THEIR NAME!?

ow mature! Opinions aren’t valid in my book unless someone takes credit for them. I always take credit for my opinions. For heaven’s sake, my name, as well as picture, are plastered on all my columns!

Don’t you hate it when you wait forever in one of the many lines in Swen Parson Hall, only to have them close the window just as your turn approaches?

Why would they close the window? Well, it could be that it’s closing time, or it might be that ever-popular lunch break from noon to 1 p.m. (“That Quilici just won’t give up on this, now will she.”) Then you have to wait for an entire hour, or another day to take care of your business.

Don’t you hate it when you finally take the time to study for a big exam, and when you get to the test all your old scamming (cheating) buddies want to copy off of you?

That certainly gives you a whole new outlook on cheating, doesn’t it?

In order to survive when some of these things happen, you just have to sit back and laugh. If you let all of these eat away at you instead of blowing them off, you are in for some very sorry days ahead. Besides, nobody will want to be around you if you are always pessimistic.