I have a workday morning routine of setting the alarm for 14 minutes before I need to get up and then hitting the “snooze” button twice before actually getting out of bed. Twice. Not once, not thrice, but twice. I want, nay need, two warnings before the workday starts. Occasionally I will not remember hitting the snooze button the first time. I obviously do, because the second snooze goes off 7 minutes later, but I just don’t wake enough to consciously realize it. Then, when the 2nd alarm goes off and it’s 7 minutes later than I thought it should be, it just starts the day off wrong. I get no less sleep, but I just hate getting “cheated” out of one warning. Irrational and inconsequential, but there it is.
I hate it when I see someone on the street, or even on TV, and I know that person from somewhere, but can’t tell you their name or where I know them from. Sometimes, about 10-15 minutes later, I will suddenly remember who they are and sometimes even their name, but at the moment I can’t retrieve that information, which can lead to an embarrassing conversation on the street if they happen to remember me. I should say that I have never had a good memory even as a child, so it’s not’s like it gotten much worse as I’ve gotten older, but it’s just more frustrating for me now than it used to be.
Broken shoelaces. Even when it happens at home and I have extra laces around its one of those things that just ruins my day. Broken fingers are easier for me to take than those damn laces.
If I drop something in the morning I’ll be dropping things all day. Maybe I’ll drop the comb in the bathroom. Then I’ll go to grab my keys off the table and they’ll slip out of my hand and fall to the floor. I’ll be bobbling things all through the day, and before the day is over I’m going to spill some liquid.
Speaking of alarms, I usually wake up before mine, so I can turn it off before hearing that godawful noise. Two “I hate it when” moments are:
I reset the alarm and get back in bed, and it’s no time at all before it goes off again. Like they say about being put under – no time passes and it’s that awful noise again.
When I am watching a show and an alarm goes off that sounds like mine. Even when fully awake, I am still horrified by that noise. It represents everything bad.
Sound effects on the radio while I’m driving. Police sirens are the bestest. I despise the panicked “where’s the cop, I don’t see flashing lights, do I have to pull over” feeling FOR NO REASON.
But on-the-radio car horns are also good. And music with synthesized notes that sound a little bit similar (timbre and pitch wise) to car horns are also awesome, although I can usually decode that after the flash of anxiety wears off.
When dog#1 says she must go potty. I put her off one time and then she insists MUST go potty. I get up put my shoes on and jacket on, get the leash, go thru the wiggly crap to hook he up, open the door and she sits or lays down. Will not move! At. All.
Pisses me off. I have pick her up and take her off the deck, to the grass. And of course it takes FOREVER for her to find the spot she needs to pee on. Aaaccckkk!
Sometimes I’ll spot an item around the house and think, “Hmmm, that’s an unusual place for ‘object’ to be.” Later my wife will say, “Have you seen ‘object’?”
Of course all I can remember is that I saw it in an unusual place - never which particular unusual place it was.
I have a magic laundry sack. I use it to carry the clean clothes back from the laundry room, and often live out of it for a few days* before putting the clothes away.
If it’s full of dark clothes, and I reach in for a Navy blue sock, there will only be black socks in the sack, and vice versa. If it’s carrying the bleach load, and I reach in for a dish towel, I will only be able to find white socks. Likewise, if I reach in the very next morning, having neither added nor removed anything at all, I reach in for a white sock, and *there will only be dish towels to be found!
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It appears to be one of those standard blue IKEA bags, but I’m now convinced it’s in fact a product of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes™.
I too live out of the clean laundry basket. When I do get off my butt to actually put stuff away, I hate when I grab all the whites to stuff in my underwear drawer and unknowingly include a pillow cover.
When I’m waiting at a stop sign and there’s sufficient gap behind the car crossing in front of me to go after it passes, but it gradually decelerates as it passes, allowing the string of cars behind it to close the gap.