What I don't feel like writing about

I have a list of things to write about, and I just don't feel like writing about them. So I will just tell you what they are. I had the titles written down but nothing under them or only a word or two. Here the titles:

Things That Annoy Me -- I just don't want to go there anymore. Needless to say, there are many fish in the sea of annoyance. What's the point?

Rebelling Against Forms -- I refuse to write on lines specified. Like in Outlook, there are places all ready for you to put phone numbers and such in.  Hey, I like to put information where I like to put it, and where I like to put it is not on specified lines. I just put it all in the comment section, and that's how I like it.

My Willful Mind -- When I was in fourth grade, the teacher, Miss Smith, gave me a great honor. She chose me to go to the public library for her to pick up a certain book that she wanted to read to the class. I don't know how I had the nerve, but I didn't like the book she had booked out and I took out a book I liked better. That did not go over very well.

Later, when I was in college and worked for the foreign student program, the head of the department sent me to Johnson's Bookstore to pick up a certain American history book to give as an award to one of the students. Well, I went to the bookstore. You have to realize that the head of the program was a history professor. The book he had picked out was quite erudite. It was probably a thousand pages of little print and facts. Without calling or asking, I chose another history book that had bigger print and illustrations and was clearly more suitable.  In this case, the teacher saw what I meant and agreed, or he just put a good face on it, yet where did I get the nerve?

If you ever want me to pick up a book for you at either the library or Johnson's Book Store, you probably want to ask someone else.