There is one place where I do this religiously. The entire freaking road is a 45 zone, but isn’t posted between the freeway where I and most others get off, and the next major road where I turn right. Hence, far too many ASSHOLES putter along at 30 mph down this stretch. So I go around them, and occasionally get caught by the one light in between, which means that I have to accelerate fairly well to get in front of them in order to turn right. Most of the time it isn’t a problem. Once in a while I get caught by someone who is actually paying attention and is driving a real speed, but those are the rare exceptions.
I’m more bothered by people who feel the need to cut over into the left lane in front of me as the light is turning red, then FUCKING FALL ASLEEP by the time the light turns green again. Or suddenly decide to drive at half the speed they were driving when they cut in front of me. That’s the time I wish I had that drive-shaft mounted 105mm cannon.
–and the store having such pussy-wussy, “idiot customers who shouldn’t be allowed out on their own are always right” policies that the clerk dare not tell said customers to stuff it and get back in line when they have solved whatever their problem is.
I think this terrible as well but my wife’s 3 half siblings have no sense of time whatsoever. Two of the sisters even delayed our wedding because they were sightseeing yet they were needed to give small readings. They showed up 5 minutes late but still had to change into proper clothes delaying the wedding by 15 minutes. Her brother is always late for a minimum of 1 - 4 hours. We always tell him that things start at least 2 hours before they really do. He is still late.
I hope this one hasn’t been dine before, but people in a business context who say something that is patently not close to being funny, then laugh uproariously. It’s like a nervous thing or something, or maybe they’re just filling in the laugh track on the movie of their life, but I find myself giving these folk icy stares just because I don’t get it and it shits me to death.
If I am not mistaken, Medicaid will cover birth control and sterilization for precisely the people who need it. Also Planned Parenthood provides free/very cheap birth control and sterilization too.
I think you and I need to watch TV together, and our roommates need to get together to watch TV. Very often I will just watch a show in my room on a smaller tv than on the bigger tv in the living room because the channel flipping drives me batshit crazy. I’m afraid it gives me the impression of being anti-social, which isn’t the case at all. I’d just rather pick a channel and settle on it for the duration of the program.
I don’t get people who don’t like good food - the “food is fuel, not fun” types, who would happily do without eating if they could. I’m not saying it’s wrong, just that I will never understand it in a million years.
Also, women who are attracted to men who treat them badly. I guess I’m lucky to have always have rock-solid self-esteem, but I really don’t understand why you would want to be with someone who doesn’t treat you with love and respect.
Throwing purchases (often quite violently) into the shopping cart. I can’t help wondering what goes on when these people get their shopping home - are they consistently surprised that their digestive biscuits are all smashed up again, or that their apples are bruised and inedible?
I like unflattering clothing. The more garish and pukey looking, the better. This caused many, many, many arguments with my mom.
And I don’t get people who like travelling. If I could teleport everywhere, I would. Why bother with the long, boring car rides? (Though it is fun to fly, I’ll admit)
Also, I don’t get people who go places to find beauty. Beauty is everywhere, if only we’d stop and look. I don’t understand why that beautiful place 200 miles out is more impressive than the beauty right here. Even…say, even the reflection of a lightbulb in a puddle, or the angle of a house on a hill, or the arrangement of items on a desk. They’re very pretty to me.
What’s worse, one of my managers at work does this constantly, but then also attempts to fix the gaze of some unlucky soul in the room and then smiles and winks at them, forcing the person to uncomfortably chuckle in mock-sympathy to his laughter.
Every time he starts talking, I start looking at my phone, the ceiling tiles, my notebook, anywhere than at him!
People who don’t know how to behave in meetings get on my nerves too. Just because there is 2 minutes of a conversation that doesn’t apply to you doesn’t mean that you get to start side discussions, doodle in a very obvious way or let out deep, frustrated sighs because you’re bored. If there are executives in the room people should realize that they aren’t going to be interested in the minutia of technical details because they just want you to make it be so without having to know how you did it. And FFS don’t argue with elected officials if you don’t want to get squashed like a bug and have your boss want to kill you. By the time I retired I had developed an evil eye that silenced anyone that it was aimed at.
People whose taste in music never expands or grows, even though they are well into middle age. You’re fifty and you still listen only to the classic rock station? What are you, in seventh grade? Or slightly less sarcastically, are you still discovering nuances in the solo to “Can’t Get Enough Of Your Love”?
Don’t misunderstand me. I like that era of music and there was a lot of great music produced during it. But there was a lot more, IMO, which was just coasting on the fumes of the late sixties and early seventies, particularly music styles got rather bland, on account of the artists that otherwise, the music would sound contrived.
Straight folks who, when a celebrity comes out of the closet, bemoan the fact that he/she is gay. Clay Aiken and his many fangirls come to mind here. “Oh no, I had such a crush on so-and-so, but now he/she’s gay!” :dubious: Because…you had such a good chance of meeting and dating this person, but now that they’re gay, you’re no longer interested?
Let me tell you something: celebrity crushes are not based on reality. You didn’t have a chance in hell of even meeting this person beyond maybe getting an autograph and a picture, and the fact that the person is gay is pretty much irrelevant. Keep on having your crush if you wish, because it wasn’t at all realistic in the first place.
Meditation. It isn’t that I think it’s a bad thing but I literally don’t know what it means or what it’s supposed to feel like. People say "just empty your mind’. WTF does that mean? If I’m awake, I’m thinking. There’s always something going on in there even if it isn’t particularly interesting or important. What is a mind when it isn’t thinking? I just don’t get it.
I like unflattering clothing. The more garish and pukey looking, the better. This caused many, many, many arguments with my mom.