when i was little i didnt have any pet peeves because i didnt have the experience then of being around too many annoying people.
but as time went on i got to either know or hear about people who were crazy selfish or just bizarre.
one type of person that i am referring to is the type who moves in to a neighborhood that has a super interesting tourist attraction, or a great rock club, or a wild party scene: AND THEN THEY CALL THE COPS WHENEVER ANYONE VISITS
for example when i lived in Isla Vista, notorious for being the 1 square mile town next to the college known for good parties: there were people who would call the police whenever they heard the slightest “noise”.
it’s like, Did you not KNOW that young people in Isla Vista like to rage and have bands on their rooftops playing terrible music? How is this news to you?
likewise the residents in Hollywoodland do their best to keep tourists and tour busses and even semi-locals from driving around their beautiful neighborhood in search of a photo op beneath the Hollywood sign.
they put up street signs that lie and say “no access to Hollywood sign” and “dead end” and all this nonsense because people want to have what the residents have: a picture near the iconic letters.
that sign has been there nearly 100 years. i seriously doubt those people have been.
which is why i love this picture of Blondie’s Deborah Harry in 1979.
this is what everyone wants in their instagram feed
and the residents of Hollywoodland don’t.
i CANNOT wait for judgement day.