A long time ago, my bestest friend taught me a good life principle, "If the truth hurts, change it."
Now, while technically you COULD go all Orwellian and track down every piece of evidence and alter it to change the 'truth', what he meant was much simpler. If somebody says something about you, it can either be true or false. Blatantly false stuff can never offend you, because it's absurd on the face of it. True stuff may hurt, but the most painful, hurtful thing anyone can say about you is something that has just that shred of truth, twisted and surrounded by lies (that usually make it lusciously gossipable).
While it's a good principle that has helped me either change or learn to accept a lot of things about myself, it has its limits. Namely, I can't change the truth that other people frickin' annoy me to death. So far, accepting that most people are a faceless mass of bug-a-boos hasn't really happened - but I'm working on it.
I try my very hardest not to go to the grocery store during the month of January. Why? New Year's Resolutions suck.
Not mine, other people's. You see, MY grocery store shares a parking lot with a very popular local gym. As anyone who has ever regularly attended a gym will tell you (as they told me), January is a completely packed month.
"This is the year I finally get in shape!" said every annoying person ever. I include myself in that statement. It took 5 years of unused gym membership fees and a lot of patience and laziness, but I finally kicked the 'gym=healthy' habit.
These days, when I want to exercise, I do serious circuit training at home - you know, housework, playing with the dog, etc. I promise you, no matter what muscle group you want to target, there is a household chore that needs to be done regularly enough that you don't need no stinking gym.
To make January extra sucky, every grocery store everywhere starts pushing all their diet crap. ::sigh::
Luckily, between America's extremely short attention span, the fact that working out is hard (oh, so THAT'S why we invent machines/hire immigrants to do all our manual labor) and a made up holiday that is second only to Halloween in terms of "um, it's actually all about the candy"-ness, other people stop annoying me (in this particular way) by mid-February.