If I had to have a peeve, I guess it would be folks who refuse to take responsability for their actions. Not just for the big stuff- like the guy tried to sell undercover officers a pound of marijuana, led them on a car chase when they tried to arrest him, and then was furious that they were chasing him (”I ain’t done nothing wrong!”); or the murderer who blames it on his dog- but the little stuff as well, like running into the guy in front of you in your car because you were tailgating (”He should have been driving faster!”). I realize this is a self-defense mechanism, the brain just trying to protect itself from the awful realization that it made a bad choice; but it’s become an epidemic of rationalization. I’m just as guilty; when I fuck up, my first thought is what the excuse will be. It takes a bit of extra gumption to own up to it. I suppose the small stuff is just annoying; but when it gets to the level of being incensed that you were arrested for clearly doing something illegal, it’s downright offensive. Suck it up and blame the person who really screwed it up, for once. Oh, no, that’s too hard. Society made me stick that knife in my spouse. Alcohol did. Stress did. Not me, I’m not to blame.

Here’s news for you, junior- you’re the one spending the next 20 years in prison, not alcohol, or society, or stress. Enjoy it. And have a nice big cup of STFU.