And thus begins the flood of posts where people bitch about how those that don’t share their interests are stupid or pathetic or losers.
Bravo. :rolleyes:
Actually, my response to that post was going to be that until you’ve seen your fifth or sixth slavegirl Princess Leia and haven’t even made it to the skyway over to Caribou Coffee yet, you just haven’t lived.
But that’s Dragon*Con, not Comicon, so I decided on a literal interpretation of the scriptures.
See, that actually makes sense. I’m thinking more about the people who dress their three-month-old kids up in shoes and other things that are likely to annoy the hell out of the baby (such as the mini three-piece suit, complete with patented shoes or some such, one of my friends insisted her child MUST wear to a party) simply for the cuteness factor. No matter how you dress 'em up, a screaming, miserable baby trying to struggle his way out of a tie ceases to be cute after about five seconds.
On a completely unrelated note, I thought of another thing that bugs me. I don’t get why people don’t understand the importance of manners and etiquette. Is it really so tough to say “please,” “thank you” and “excuse me?” And is it that hard to get that perhaps wearing jeans to a dressy occasion isn’t a great idea, especially if you know everyone else will be in cocktail dress? Even if you’re looking at it from a completely self-interested standpoint, using appropriate social lubrication can only help. And if you decide to stick it to someone by not being polite or using appropriate etiquette, you’ll be noticed, but only because you look like an ass.
This. And the rationalizations people have about getting them – “I express my individuality!” Or “It reminds me of something special in my life!” (I’ve read the threads here devoted to tattoos, so I’m hep.)
Right. You’re expressing your individuality by having Pooh tattooed on your calf instead of Mickey Mouse. Or a rose with thorns on your right shoulder as opposed to a rose without thorns. Or the barbed wire is tattooed on your forearm, and not your bicep.
And you have to be reminded that you like roses? Or you’re tough? Or you liked some hitherto unknown Chinese-style character that looked cool at the time? “Individuality is fine, as long as we all do it together!” -Frank Burns
Bonus (driving): people who stay on my back left side (in the passing lane) in just such a way as their headlights burn into my retinas via my side-view mirror. They don’t pass me, they just stay there, as if I’m towing them from the center lane. Double curses to those who drive behemoth SUVs, which carry bumper mounted fog lights that shine upward, while their headlights (which are higher than my hood) shine downward, giving an effect of some combination of mobile Klieg lights. I don’t get any of that. (And I drive a Toyota Camry, so it’s not like I’m in a go-kart.)
I don’t know the answer to this one. However, I’m pretty sure that the man who wears his bow tie outside his tuxedo is less eccentric than the man who wears a bow tie inside his tuxedo.
Conflating a lack of understanding with a lack of approval.
Vote liberal.
I don’t get the rabid sports fans that spend thousands of $ to attend a game in some far away city.
Is it really worth it?
I don’t get watching sports in general. Playing maybe, but sitting for hours watching a game live or on TV is not my idea of fun.
Yes.
*OK, so the most I’ve spent is around $150 to see a game in a city about 200 miles away, but still.
People who seem to want to spend their time travelling as opposed to at their destinations.
I’m guilty of that sometimes. The trip is better than the destination in some cases.
I don’t think I want to know where you go that’s worse than airports or interstates.
I’m talking about a nice drive through hilly wooded countryside with horse farms and ponds and streams alongside, on a trip to your in-law’s house or something. 
I’m not sure how my post warranted a rolleyes. I’m aware it’s probably an unpopular opinion 'round these parts, but I was responding to the OP. If someone wants to pit me for having that opinion, they’re welcome to do so.
It was the condescension that required the rolleyes. I don’t understand people who dress up for cons either, but adding “I think they don’t have a life” and that “they’re pretending to be a fictional character” is uncalled for.
You don’t understand it, fine. Belittling people who dress up in costume one day a year for shits and giggles is not. I believe we just had a holiday where that kind of thing is not only condoned, but encouraged. In public no less. Won’t someone think of the children?!?
My friend has, on two occasions, taken the bus from Toronto to Georgia and back. Over a four-day weekend. She doesn’t even know anybody there.
This involved way more time on the bus than on the ground, but she really enjoys the ride. I can kind of understand this: it’s warm and comfortable and quiet, and if you’re just planning on spending your weekend reading/writing/knitting anyway, why not?
I often find that the trip is the destination. More so than the place I eventually end up in. I´ve been fortunate enough to be able to travel quite a bit, and is has happened on more than one occasion that I found that the trip to some sort of town or city was more enjoyable than actually arriving there. On the road you meet all sorts of people who themselves are on their way to some destination or another, and are very often much more agreeable to chat with than the people who are busy with their lives in their home town.
One other thing I just don´t get is people who are addicted to their work. For me, working is a means to afford the stuff I really care about (like travelling), not an end in itself. Of course, work has to be something tolerable if you want to spend a 50% of your waking live with it, but people who take their work home with them is something that is beyond me…
Camping. I don’t understand the appeal of being uncomfortable. I can’t begin to fathom why anyone would chose to go somewhere with no beds or toilets. We’ve worked very hard for ten of thousands of years so we don’t have to live that way anymore.