Last month a kid and his dad came in to tour the facility. The kid was super-excited to be there. He minutely examined the lobby exhibits, and jabbered excietdly about all the things he was going to see inside. (I was looking forward to the tour myself, because nothing’s more fun than kids like this.)
The dad came up to the register and asked how long it would take and how much admission was. I told him it would probably take about an hour and a half to see the main museum building (our other two buildings are closed in winter) and would cost four dollars-- the kid was free.
He rolled his eyes and said he wasn’t “wasting” that much money or time, and told the kid he’d wait in the car while the kid finished looking at the free exhibits. The poor kid peered in through windows and craned his neck through open doorways to try to see the goodies inside the rest of the museum.
I was sorry for him. If museum rules hadn’t prohibited it, I would have taken him inside by himself for free. (Kids have to be accompanied by a parent or teacher.) I wanted to kick his stupid dad. The poor kid looked like he was going to cry.
A friend-of-a-friend was this smart, compassionate, creative, (I could go on) and she was in a relationship with the most obnoxious, unfunny, wet blanket, no ambitioned lump of a loser. Was I jealous? Hell yes I was! But at the same time, it always boggled me as to why they could be together. She seemed fairly intelligent, what did she see in the guy? From everybody else on the planet, the guy had no redeeming qualities. It felt like this great cosmic injustice. I kind of justified it, thinking, “Well maybe there is something he is good at that she likes”
Then she finally came to her senses and dumped him after 2 years. She was halfway through college and he had never even been in college, much less worked, for that matter. We found out later that she had a problem of doubting her self-worth, and didn’t think she could do any better (which was ironic, considering every single guy that knew her had a crush on her. She could have had anybody she wanted to)
Her relationship was none of my business, but boy did it drive me nuts.
Just random stuff and situations that bug me though they are none of my business and I keep quiet for fear of setting off WW3:
My cousin's kids--or any kids, for that matter--who are completely overindulged, have more stuff than they can ever play with, spend most of their time at home watching movies or TV and snacking whenever on whatever.
My friend (mentioned several times on this board already) and her severe cluttering and hoarding disorders. She is quite aware of the problem but has done nothing about it.
Any couple so consumed by "we-ness" that they no longer seem to be two individuals with separate and distinct minds. And couples who call each other poopie, schmoopie, luvvy, honey, sweetie, snookums, sugar, baby, and so forth ALL the time.
the only thing in this category that pisses me off more than controlling people are people who allow themselves to be controlled. jesus christ, you’re an adult; grow a fucking spine-- if people put unreasonable demands on you, tell them to go fuck themselves! no one that ain’t got a gun can force you to do anything you don’t want to do. I hate when people act so damn victimized when they’re simply sitting back and allowing themselves to be ordered about. UGH.
nevermore–word. You said exactly what was crying out to be said. You own your own choices. Take responsibility for your own decisions instead of handing authority for your life to someone else. You are your own authority.