Travel blogging. Wtf?! If I wanted to know about a place, I’d go there myself, not read off of some random person’s internet blog, of all things. It’s not even an official guide sanctioned by the city or anything… just a random person’s perspective of their travels. And if it’s someone who is my friend who feels compelled to update me on every single little thing they do while travelling, I wonder why they can’t wait until their trip is over and get together for a drink and chat about their awesome trip instead of reading it online. It seems like a hassle to constantly find internet access to update their blog. I like normal blogging and all, but vacations are to get away from normal routine! Travel blogging makes no sense!
I find highly personal ‘diary’ type blogs to be quite strange. Every friend I know who has ever done one has regretted doing so and its cost them a friendship because they posted something nasty about a person when they were pissed off at the time. Then they cool down, forget they posted the nasty-gram, and the person reads it two months later online in an archive and they have the fight all over again. Add to that the fact that emotion is not always well conveyed in blogging, so sarcasm and other minor harassment may be misinterpretted as a major character attack.
No thanks. Same goes for people who post way too much personal crap on MySpace, FaceBook, Twitter, etc. and forget the whole world is reading it…
Walk without looking, or even giving a random glance, where they are walking.
Confuse cynicism, cruelty, hostility, and bitterness with “toughness” and then congratulate themselves on being tough. The opposite is true, crybabies.
Similarly, people who excuse abusive behavior by calling it “tough love.”
People who get all worked up over “news” which is obviously propaganda. I saw a lot of this during campaign '08, but it happens all the time with the conspiracy theory of the month.
The Journey is the Destination.
(I enjoy long distance driving, especially out west. It’s inner city driving I hate.)
I’m with you on this - I would rather pay for a comfortable bed and surroundings - even if it meant paying to stay at home rather than go camping for free.
I feel the same way about barbecues. Turning my back on 10,000 years of progress to go and burn meat outside over an open fire: this is supposed to be fun how exactly?
the warm feeling of singed knuckles, the ruined t-shirts with bbq sauce, the smoke-smelling hair for two days. This is what I live for. I am down to every other weekend, but it once was 2-3 times a week.
I can see how the “don’t have a life” comment was probably unnecessary, but the “pretending to be a fictional character” comment- isn’t that exactly what they’re (you’re?) doing?
And yes, think of the children. That’s who Halloween is for, in your own example. Kids play dress-up.
The rolleyes smiley. I don’t get people who use that. It invariably comes across as a cheap shot: “You’re stupid. I’m better than you. But no, I don’t have to provide any further information to back up this assertion. Instead, I’ll just use a tired and smug emoticon.”
People who dress like total slobs and don’t give a shit about how they look - I mean it’s not like you are issued you clothes and have no choice in the matter. You generally physically go to a store and pick out some article to wear. Do you not at some point say, “hey! that looks like shit on me! I should get something else!”
People who work at the same boring job for 20+ years - Most of the people I know change jobs every 1-5 years or so. But in my new company, people have been there 10, 20, even 30+ years. It’s not like it’s that interesting a place to work or there is such rapid advancement. I mean at no point in your career do you say “hey! I wonder what else is out there?” or “I wonder if I could get more money or a better position if I take my 10+ years experience elsewhere?”.
That’s like the old New York City joke “Excuse me sir, is this the way to Sixth and 43rd st or should I just go fuck myself?”
And for adult women to dress like sluts for one day a year.
:rolleyes:
sorry, couldn’t resist
They’re not running around shouting “I. Am. Batman!”, there dressing up in a costume to go to an event that is partially a giant costume party. They’re not delusional six year olds that require a Superman warning (“Cape does not allow wearer to fly”).
Say things like this, only metaphorically.
I had this one professor in college, he taught two classes that I took, Literary Criticism and Victorian Literature. During the former, he kept stressing to me that it was most important to enjoy the process of reading a book and not to focus so much on finishing the book.
To which my reply argument has always been, if I’m reading a book to appreciate it as a work of art, I need to have a complete understanding of the work of art first. You don’t appreciate a painting for the first time by walking up to it and looking at it so closely that you can’t see the whole thing. You get a sense of the entire composition before you start analyzing the connections between different elements, the contrasts, the repeated themes, etc.
But it worked out okay. Every time I was behind the rest of the class in Victorian, I’d just tell him I was following his advice.
He hated me.
I don’t get why I keep reading these threads when all they do is raise my blood pressure.
I don’t understand why people get worked up over message board postings.
No, Christmas and Easter are for children. Halloween is for everyone. Adults just share it with kids.
Interviews terrify a lot of us. Changing jobs is also hard on those of us who are the type who had trouble making new friends in school and who don’t do much socializing outside of work.
You might have trouble understanding this if you’re an outgoing sort, like my mother-in-law, who has even been known to ask strangers in fitting rooms if they think something looks good on her. I would rather snorkel in raw sewage than do a thing like that. Or maybe you’re someone to whom selling yourself comes easily. It’s very hard to a lot of us shy types.
I dress like a slob because I don’t care how I look. I wear gym shorts and a pocket T-shirt 350 days a year or more.
I don’t care how I look, and I don’t care that you think I am antisocial/a fool/a loser because I dress like a slob.
I don’t care that you think I am breaking the social contract by not dressing up to go to a restaurant. If the management will let me in, and they always do, the fact that you think I am in some way diminishing your experience because of the way I am dressed is your problem and not mine.
I am not coughing all over you, spitting on the floor, being loud and obnoxious, making racist or sexist comments, or otherwise breaking the social contract in any meaningful way. I am just dressed like a slob. Please don’t take it personally.
Or do. Either way, I just don’t care.
My husband does this too. Drives me nuts.
What doesn’t make any sense? I don’t get that people choose family names for their children’s first names when those names don’t come from their own families. I didn’t say so in my original post, but I mean family or last names that don’t have a long tradition of being first names as well. It’s not that I hate it or think it should be illegal, it’s just that I don’t get it.
If you’d like me to totally mystify you, I will share with you that I DO get it for middle names (which I think are just for fun) and, in fact, gave my own child the middle name Wilson, even though there are no Wilsons in my family, nor are there Wilsons in my husband’s family. There ARE, however, Wilsons in the Beach Boys, which is my husband’s favorite band…speaking of something I just don’t get.
Apologies to those who named their children this way.