Sometimes I go into the bathroom to wash my hands, after handling raw meat or scooping the litter box or grubbing in the yard or whatever, and THEN I have to go pee. :smack: Wash hands again. I dunno, maybe it’s all that running water in the first place.
So I wind up double-washing my hands in the space of a few minutes and it just irritates the heck out of me for no good reason at all.
What’s yours?
I won’t go poop on the same floor as my office and will walk up and down four flights of stairs until I find an empty restroomto shit in no matter how bad I need to go. I kno most guys are gungho about loud stinky shits but I’m not and I feels like everyone in the bathroom is waiting to guffaw when I let out an airy shit.
Can’t explain why. Just is.
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No they are not, love. It is just a silly generalisation.
But, raising you one pound, I can not defecate IN a public place. If I am staying over at a friend’s house, I have to wait until they have gone to bed just to do my business. And if I need to urinate in public? Well, if I have to wait for an open stall I will - I can’t get the fluids out of my urethea at a urinal. Paruresis and Parcopresis, respectively.
To the OP: I do that all the time. I think it is worth it. If my hands get sticky or collect any odor whatsoever, they MUST be washed. NOW.
I’m crazy though so I’m excused.
~S.P.I.~
If I’m in a really bad mood and I’m in the ladies’ room, I get really irritable if someone else is in there. Of course, I would never say anything rude to anyone coming in there. I usually smile politely and say hello if I meet someone at the sink and make small talk until I leave. But still…how dare they go in there when I’m in a bad mood?! 
Actually, most of the things that bother me involve having to go through the motions of social niceties when I’m feeling distinctly anti-social.
And I hate it when my schedule is interrupted in the evening, even when it’s thrown off by 15 minutes. That’s 15 minutes I would’ve had to do what I wanted, dammit.
Oh, yeah. I hate talking on the phone and it drives me batty to know my mom is calling sometimes because she usually calls only when she’s bored. And often while I’m at work. So I no longer answer her calls unless it’s convenient for me because I know I’ll just be thinking, “When can I get off this call?”, so I wait until I’m in the right frame of mind to talk.
Sometimes when I’m cooking, I’ll pause to go to the bathroom. I’ll wash my hands in the bathroom as usual. And then I feel compelled to wash my hands again in the kitchen sink when I get back. I try to resist because it’s wasting water, but if I don’t wash again it bugs me. I fear I’m headed down the pat of germ-centric OCD.
I have to wash my hands and face after I eat. If I don’t I can actually feel food particles there.
The face thing came from when I was a teenager. I was terrified that if so much as a crumb stayed on it for more than 5 minutes, it would turn into a zit. The hands thing came from playing guitar. I didn’t want to get grease or BBQ sauce or anything on it.
Come to think of it, I still wash my hands before playing.
I HATE it when people laugh too easily. I suppose it’s because I have such a hard time laughing, and I’m just jealous. Or when people make lame, obvious jokey comments in conversation. I mean, did you REALLY need to quote that Monty Python line when clearly everyone else’s mind leapt to the same reference (okay, so I don’t really know that for sure.)
On the flip side, my inability to laugh has given me a great deadpan delivery on those occasions where I could make a witty remark.
I do this too, but it’s from my years of bartending. At work I would go to the bathroom and wash my hands before I left, but then when I returned to the bar I wanted people to see that I had washed my hands, so I’d do it again. Then it just sort of transposed to my regular life, so if there’s anyone in the room I’m cooking in/near, I’ll wash again.
If I’m just cooking for me, I don’t worry about it.
Yes, my poor face! I am still a teenager and feel obligated to wash my face right after I eat.
In the shower, if I wash any part of my body I have to wash my hands before going to a different area.
~S.P.I.~
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For me, it’s people getting in my way. I HATE it when people walk two or three abreast on the sidewalk or when people leave the carts juuuust close enough to another cart in the grocery store so that I can’t get by without asking them to move.
It’s no big deal. Maybe a few extra seconds every now and then and an awkward social exchange maybe twice a week, but I HATE it.
I’m baffled by the idea that you *wouldn’t *wash twice in that instance. No way am I touching my happy parts right after I’ve handled raw meat or scooped the litter box.
phreesh, I feel the same way, and don’t get me started about people who stand on the left side of the escalator. Although I should mention that I don’t consider these things a problem in *my *head. It’s everyone else’s heads that need to be smacked until they understand that it’s not okay to needlessly block traffic.
Oh, no, no, no, I didn’t mean to imply that I DON’T wash twice. I do! It’s just that while I’m performing HandWashing # 1, I often think, “Well … as long as I’m in here…” Then 30 seconds later I’m washing my damn hands again, and the fact that I’m doing so irks me in some small and very stupid way - even though I’m not NOT going to do so! 
Did that make more sense? It’s all very minor and petty, and I think maybe I’m irritated by the fact that something so minor and petty can irritate me in the first place. Kinda like getting depressed about being so depressed…
And yes - the escalators. Ye Ogs. It’s not a ride, people! This isn’t Disney World!
I absolutely agree with this. I work hard to when I craft a witty reply or say something funny. People who’ll laugh at anything reward lazy joke-making. The worst is when they laugh at everything they say. I’ll actively avoid these laugh whores.
The spouse and I go out for pizza at the same place every Thursday night, and have for many, many years now. It’s gotten to be a ritual, almost. Lately we had to change it to Wednesdays because he got a new job that has a work meeting too late to go on Thursday–that was a little annoying, but not that big a deal.
Part of the ritual is that we pick up copies of a couple of local alternative paper/entertainment magazine things and read them while we wait for the pizza. I look forward to this every week–it’s just a nice little treat, getting to eat my favorite food and read some fun stuff with the spouse.
Well, the pizza place stopped getting these magazines (actually they still do, but the delivery place cut back on the number delivered, so they’re usually all gone by the time we get there.) The pool hall next door has them–but they don’t open until 5:00, and we’re well and truly into our pizza by then.
I know I shouldn’t be annoyed about such a silly little disruption to my routine, but I am. I want my papers, dammit!
New favourite phrase.
Ok, that would really annoy me too!
re: the escalators - howsabouts the ppl who get to the top and just STOP and stand and look around? They get so touchy when you come up behind them and scream “MOVE!!!” Why is that? Are we all supposed to keep marching backwards down a step contiunously until they remember they wanted to go to the bra department? How rude of me to break their concentration!
Mine is the “oh I have to PAY for this?” people. They spend 20 minutes in line at the grocery store or the movie theater or the pharmacy or the emergency room or whereever and look at the magazines and smack their kids around and argue about what they want to see and gossip about the neighbors and finally the cashier rings them up and says: “that’ll be $72.00” and they look baffled and go “OH!” and THEN reach for their purse and dig around/start slapping around for their wallet with a completely flustered look on their face. Everyone else in line is glaring at them with their credit cards and cash and checks already filled out and three forms of ID ready. I know it’s only a minute or so delay but in my mind it’s AN ETERNITY!!! (And when you multiply it times the 30 or so people who do this a night? 30 minutes!!!)
I can think of nothing that I hate in quite the same way that I hate realizing while I’m showering that I need to poop. There’s simply no win-win way out of that situation.
When I was in university, I was bothered when people sat right beside me. I needed an empty seat on both sides of me to have a “buffer zone”. If it wasn’t a filled lecture hall and someone came over and sat right next to me, I’d have this strong urge to get up and move to a different seat.
Sadly not. I sit on the toilet right before I get in the shower so that, even if I didn’t feel I needed to go, I can defecate before I get in. Doesn’t always work, but it helps.
I don’t like to go to bed if there are unwashed dishes in the sink. A spoon or the random glass is okay, but anything more than that and I take care of it before retiring.
The words to Happy Together. “The only one for me is you, and you for me.” You just said the same thing twice, Dude! Yeah, I know you meant “and vice versa” and artistic license and blah, blah, blah. But now I hate your song because that’s all I can think about when I hear it, and I’d sooner turn it off than work myself into an unreasonable lather about the grammatical composition of some stupid 1960s earworm!
Whew.