How do you feel about people who misspell adamant?
I am a very non-judgmental person. I don’t care at all what people do to themselves, their kids, their money or their cars.
I do care how they go out of their way to spend money on things designed to annoy me.
I look down on people who invest in loud exhaust systems, on new cars, that sound bad, like a chainsaw sawing into a metal trash can full of rocks.
I look down on people that restore old airplanes for thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars and don’t but any muffler on it. (I live under an airport runway and hear many of these a day) I do see many older airplanes and even biplanes with lightweight glass pack mufflers that reduce the decibel level considerably and make them tolerable. It is loud enough on the ground, above 95 DB to cause hearing loss without protection.
It doesn’t make me proud but I will admit to judging people who pronounce “nuclear” as “newk-you-ler”. Even you, Jack Bauer.
If I see a person wrestling a bag the size of an aircraft carrier into the overhead compartment on an airplane I assume that person is a self-important jerk. Why is he entitled to 4 times as much space as I use? What awful thing would happen if he had to rub elbows with the rest of us in baggage claim? They can’t possibly ALL have to make connections in under 30 minutes at the next airport.
I judge people who curse at their kids, and to an extent those who just curse in front of little ones, pretty harshly. I don’t mean when a dad says “Where the hell are my keys?” and his teenagers hear. I mean kids younger than highschool age, and particularly when the cursing is actually directed at the kids. Double helping of judgement for you if you curse at your kid in a very public way to criticize his or her performance in a sport or atheletic event!
Preach it, brother. This makes me irrationally furious. Fucking selfish jerks - the last flight I had, I couldn’t even find a place to put my small tote bag because assholes filled up all the overhead compartments with their asshole luggage.
Oh, I totally misperceived your intentions there. :smack: I automatically respond seriously to jokes in the world, but not usually online. Let’s just say that someone had a little too much fun messing with my sensitivity. They would tell a joke and then when I responded as if they were joking, they would pretend to be serious. Then after my red-faced apology they switch back to just joking. Someone doing that to you on an almost daily basis for a number of years has a way of messing up your responses. 
Not that you were looking for an explanation…
Yes, people(Read: in my experience) seem to mark asthma on the same level as a paper cut. “Oh, you have asthma? Well run anyway.”
My asthma isn’t that bad anymore (it almost killed me five times). But as soon as I run it bothers me(Or stay too long in a congested room. Like dust, cat danger, things like that). I should be grateful that it doesn’t bother me that much anymore. 
Sorry, I’m talking too much now.
See you around, buddy! hug
~S.P.I.~
And what about the gate agents who don’t stop them and say “Hey, that won’t fit in this little box!” I understand that at a certain point that arguing is just futile…but still I think “They’re not even trying!”
People who need to have their car horn beep each time they lock/unlock it. Makes me want to take a baseball bat to their windshield.
People whose car alarms go off in the night in the neighborhood more than once. No one in the history of car alarms has ever stopped a robbery because the alarm started beeping. They were all laying in their beds, staring at the ceiling and cussing at the @$$hole next door whose alarm they thought it was.
People who think children don’t have the right to exist in public. Yes, we all prefer a civilized experience when we shop, eat, etc. But the *ENTIRE PURPOSE *of having a civilization in the first place is to protect and rear children. Wake up sheepdip!
Something that I will inevitably witness in a few moments; people, usually women, who have to manhandle every doughnut and then take half of one. Take the whole fucking thing and eat however much of it you want. If you’re that concerned about your diet you probably shouldn’t be eating it at all. In any event, nobody wants to eat a doughnut you just had your paws all over.
I don’t ‘need’ to have it do that; it just does. I don’t know how to disable the beep feature, and have no real desire to take it into the shop and spend however much it would cost for them to do it.
And it’s more like a half-beep.
When I was a teenager I looked down on people who insisted they didnt drink because they "didnt need to drink to have fun". I don`t need food at a party to have fun either, but sometimes people like chips.
I look down on women who wear pretty dresses or skirts with flippity flops. Women don’t have to wear dresses for my approval. They can wear jeans and sneakers ever day. They can wear sweat pants and army boots if they want. But if you`re going to bother buying and wearing a nice dress why not get real shoes to go with it?
LOL! I’ll tell you what, you give me the make, model, and year, and I’ll get you the directions. OK?
I live behind a 7/11. The aggregate number of beeps/honks from every customer exiting and re-entering their cars is completely outrageous.
I had a woman show up for an interview wearing flip-flops recently. Even stranger, I’m planning to hire her.
Hey, she was smart, well trained, and motivated. . . but someday I’m going to ask her about that decision!
There’s a HUGE difference between 'the right to exist in public" and having a civilized experience when we shop and eat. I have no problem with a kid sitting there; I have a giant problem with a kid having a screaming fit while the parent ignores it.
And this statement:
is bullshit. I have no kids, so according to this, I have no purpose. Really?
Oddly-placed facial piercings make me think less of a person. Eyebrows? That’s fine. Nose? Great. Loop around your bottom lip? I can handle it. But I recently became reacquainted with a girl I used to work with. I hadn’t seen her for about a year. She’s a beautiful girl in every way: face, body, personality…but now she has what looks like two bolts in her cheeks where dimples would be if she had them. She looks like she’s constantly sucking her cheeks in (like a fish-face). shudder
I’m the one and only - a car alarm went off that sounded really nearby one night, although I knew it wasn’t mine. Checked it out, even though it had already stopped. It was my boyfriend’s car and a homeless woman was sleeping in it.
Not at all. We totally need babysitters.
Ooh…just to be clear that sort of situation makes me judge the parents, not the kids. I don’t mind kids being kids. Kids ask questions. Kids whose questions get answered are satisfied and move on. Kids who are ignored keep asking, and might ask louder, and again even louder. Just answer your kid!
Part of your responsibility as a parent is to teach your offspring how to exist in society without pissing the rest of us off. Letting them run wild in a restaurant so you can relax and enjoy your meal does not serve this purpose.
Also, don’t get mad at a kid for being a kid. Their shoes come untied. They don’t do it on purpose. Don’t yell at them. If you really cannot wait the amount of time it takes them to tie their own shoes tie them yourself or buy them slip-ons. Don’t scream at him in the mall that he’s tying too slowly.
People who, upon learning that I (or anyone) am vegetarian, say “I wish I could be vegetarian, but I like meat too much.” This doesn’t apply to all people who eat meat at all- just the ones who give this strange non-excuse like it means something.
People who tell extremely old jokes and think that they’re funny, and multiply that by ten if they go around telling those jokes to people who have definitely heard them before. For example, going up to a Target employee and saying, “Hey! You know you work at a fancy boutique? Tar-zhay!” or asking at Bed Bath & Beyond where the “beyond” section is.
People who buy their babies edgy t-shirts. I perceive it as an attempt to still be hip. Look, guys, give up.
People who can’t stop fiddling with their damn cell phone, ever. I feel like they’re using a pacifier.
People who stroll slowly, in large groups, along crowded sidewalks. And don’t move out of the way.
People who use Comic Sans font. I realize how completely inappropriate it is to judge someone on their font choice, but every time I receive an email or IM in Comic Sans I die a little inside.