Even though I’m tired of the hurricane talk already (again!) part of me wants New Orleans to be overrun by 80-foot waves and watch Bourbon Street float to Cuba, and part of me (the bigger part) wants nothing serious to happen so all the meteorologists in the world predicting the apocalypse for N.O. can be horribly wrong again.

And thanks to the hurricane, my latest pet peeve rears its head again.

I don’t want/need/care to hear ANYONE tell me who to pray for. Got it? I know that people know people in harm’s way in New Orleans, or hurricane aside, everyone has their own personal tragedies. If I feel it’s something close to me, I’ll keep someone in my thoughts. But don’t tell me to pray for someone just because you think I’d be able to help. In fact, don’t tell me to keep them in my thoughts, either. That’s my call, and my call alone.

I don’t know why I started noticing that so much, or why it bothers me in the “nails on the chalkboard” way that it does, but it does.