I don’t get: Perfume. Well, perfume that can be smelled across the air. If you have your nose in someone’s neck and can smell it, that’s fine–that’s how it should be. Perfume should ONLY be intimate. I don’t think that smell is something that people should be able to assault the rest of us with. But mostly I don’t get perfume in general. I have yet to smell a perfume I didn’t think smelled terrible, and there are only two men’s colognes that I don’t hate… but even those, really… if I can smell you from a few feet away it’s WAY TOO MUCH. I think it’s on the same level as second hand smoke as far as how intrusive/obnoxious it is, though obviously it isn’t as bad because of that whole, you know, *cancer *thing.
I also don’t get people who drive like crap. It’s not that hard to drive safely, but I’ve been in the car with people where I’m gripping the seat and closing my eyes every 30 seconds. You really don’t have to drive inside that guy’s tailpipe, nor do you need to lurch back and forth between lanes, weaving in and out of traffic to get to your destination ten seconds earlier. And I am baffled at how someone can drive fast in a residential neighborhood. I am hyper paranoid about hitting children or animals and I really don’t understand how it is possible to NOT be. Unless you just really don’t care about hitting kids or animals, which again, I can’t fathom at all.
I don’t get why anyone cares when or why I talk on my cell phone. I don’t do it in places where it’s disruptive, like the library or something, or when it will make me hold up others, like while checking out at the store… but yeah, I like to talk to my boyfriend (who lives a thousand miles away and I don’t get to see very often) and I take the opportunities during the day when I’m not busy to chat with him on the phone. While grocery shopping, for example, seems like a perfect time to me. I’m not one of those cell phone shouters who you can hear on the other side of the store–it’s no different from me talking to someone walking next to me. Why is “at home” considered the only acceptable place to talk on the phone to some people? Talk where you want, but why do you care what I do? (I also don’t use a landline. Don’t see the point.)
I also don’t get why anyone cares about anyone else’s sexual orientation, unless they are wanting to become that person’s sexual partner. I completely 100% cannot see how it matters in any possible way.
Addressing other people’s comments:
I don’t personally buy new cars, but I might if I could afford to. Well, I’d probably buy used-but-almost-new. The reasons have already been stated: warranty and the comfort of knowing how it’s been maintained.
Buying a house? Not sure why the confusion on that one. Real estate is one of the safest investments, historically, plus you get to do what you want with the place (HOAs and so on placing obvious limitations on this, when applicable, but still). Also, you at least have the chance of making money back, as opposed to rent which is essentially throwing money out the window, never to be seen again.
Cell phone cameras. Love mine. As previously mentioned, my boyfriend lives many states away, and it’s a nice little “reach out and touch someone” thing to be able to send pics back and forth in real time. I love when my phone suddenly tells me I’m receiving a picture message, and there is my boyfriend smiling and waving at me, or showing me something funny he just saw, etc. It’s also handy for just taking those little photos of things you want to remember or share, without having to always carry a camera around with you. Would I use it to take all of my vacation photos? Of course not. But when I see a hilarious sign at a store, or a funny situation, or any number of other random and spontaneous things, I have the ability to preserve the moment in some way. I am also eternally grateful for the ability to play Solitaire on my phone. I always have my phone with me, but if I didn’t expect to be waiting somewhere, I may not always have a book or similar distraction. The other day I waited for 20 minutes for someone at a restaurant. Would have been quite tedious, but instead I got in a few games of solitaire and the time went by a lot faster than it would have just reading and rereading the menu or counting the bricks in the wall.
Ring tones: I don’t pay for mine. I make them from the music I have at home on CD or mp3 and upload them via USB cable to my phone. I like the ringtones because A) I know it’s my phone and B) I can tell who’s calling (certain people–it’s not like everyone has their own ringtone) without having to look, which can be very handy when answering the phone for Bob wouldn’t be worth stopping what I’m doing to rummage in my purse or go into the next room, but would be for my boyfriend or someone.
Text messaging: Love it. Very convenient, especially when you don’t need the answer right this second–the other person can answer at their convenience and you don’t have to remember to ask them later or interrupt them with a very trivial call. I also use it if I don’t know if my boyfriend is busy and don’t want to bother him… so I’ll text him “call me when you get a minute”. It’s also great for giving information that you’d otherwise have to write down, like addresses, phone numbers, names, etc. It’s also great for when you know the person can’t answer, but don’t want to make them have to listen to their voice mail. For example, my boyfriend and I recently met out of town for a weekend, and then both flew home to our respective cities. I knew he would be in the air when my plane boarded, but would want to know that I got on (it was delayed and delayed and delayed) so I texted him when I was boarding, so that he would have the message waiting when he landed. Similarly, I had a message waiting for me when I landed telling me that he’d made it home safely. Handy little messages that didn’t really need an actual conversation to convey, so text was the easiest way to do it.
Men dabbing rather than shaking: it draws out the pee like a wick. Also it means you didn’t just fling a little drop of urine into the air, where it may or may not land in the realm of the toilet. Priceguy is my new hero. I’ve felt the dampness at the end of a freshly-peed penis before. Sorry guys, but it’s there. Ew? (If you don’t think it is, try this. Next time, after you shake, press a single square of TP to the end of your penis. See if there is a little wet dot. If not, congratulations, you’re rare. But I’d bet money that it is there for most of you.)
