What are things that seem to bother most other people, but not you?
For me it’s definitely personal/invasive questions. I couldn’t bother me less. I might politely decline to answer, but the mere act of asking a personal question doesn’t affect me. At all.
I once caught up with an aunt I hadn’t seen in a long time, who started probing me with some very personal questions about an extremely difficult family event. She was clearly doing it with an intention to “get the gossip”.
I just kept politely declining to answer the questions. The questioning itself couldn’t have bothered me any less.
When I told my sister about my aunt’s questioning, I told it as a “funny story”, to elicit laughs. “Can you believe our aunt was that shameless?? BWA HA HA HA!!” etc.
What seems to bother most other people, but not you?
Do NOT shop at T. Joe’s if you are a private person. “So…! Plenty of bratwurst and peppers. Looks like someone’s grilling out, and inviting the neighbors…” I always want to mess with the checker and say stuff like “Actually, I’ve been trying to build a huge domino setup in your parking lot; brats and peppers add an extra level of difficulty.”
Actually, I’ve taken to arching an eyebrow and whispering “NOT that it’s anyone’s business, but… yeah.”
Religious doorknockers. They don’t bother me. I take the same view on them as Penn Jillette. These doorknockers are convinced that I may not be on the path to salvation, and are knocking to try and warn me. They might be wrong, but they believe it to be true, so I understand their actions. They’ve always moved along when I’ve politely told them I’m not interested today, so I don’t buy the arguement that religious doorknockers are “shoving their religion down my throat” by simply knocking (I’m sure pushy religious doorknockers do exist, I’ve just never met one).
So yes. Knocking on my door because you want me to put on the path to salvation? Doesn’t bother me.
I’m right there with you and this despite having had a bad experience or two. I’m always a bit baffled by people who get enraged at door-to-door proselytizing. It’s not like they’re telemarketers( who themselves also don’t particularly enrage me most of the time ). They’re trying to be good people by their own beliefs, so I find politely declining their invitations and wishing them a good day is just decent manners. It’s not like I’m usually up to something so important that I can’t spare two or three minutes.
I do not understand the need to spend large amounts of money to recover the dead from World War. Let their bones rest.
I do not understand the horror of locking up Japanese-American in camps during the war. Of all the things that happened to people during that dreadful era, being sent to Utah and having your property stolen was way down the list. (On the other hand, why has it taken so long to do whatever we could to make these people whole as far as is possible?)
I do not understand people who have waited decades in order to accuse their rapists. If you are raped, he did something wrong, not you.
On the other hand I seem to lack empathy I suppose.
A seasonal issue: I have neighbors who rake/blow their leaves every single day, without exception. I rake ONCE, after all the trees are bare. I realize that some of my leaves are blowing all over the neighbors’ lawns, but if they waited like I do, it wouldn’t really be a problem for them. It’s their choice, and I really don’t care. My husband wants to go out and rake, but I tell him not to, on principle.
people that die of accidental drug orverdoses or kill THEMSELVES while driving drunk. a lot of people think it is a shame, me I figure it was their choice.
Same here, and for all message boards, not just this one. Users/members come and go, and If it’s an interesting topic, I’m fine with a thread from 2005 re-surfacing and adding insight.
I truly and honestly don’t know why some chafe over this.
I have every reason to suspect some weird shit in the nether regions of my dad’s side of the family. There are some very curious and exotic colourations and features that have come on down the line but I haven’t got the slightest bit of interest in any of it. Nothing you could tell me about my genetic history could be of the slightest relevance to me, now.
My wife and her dad are fascinated by it but when they tell me I just glaze over. My wife and I are actually related a good few generations past and my response to that was along the lines of …of course, we’re from a fairly immobile rural area of small communities and were born 5 miles apart, I’d be shocked if we weren’t.
My sense of smell isn’t normal. I guess it’s genetic. It takes a strong smell before I even notice and I can’t differenciate differrent smells. To me, it’s “something”, good, bad, flowery or citris. And it takes a REALLY bad smell before it bothers me.
I’m with you on the dying of a drug overdose shit. What, someone put a gun to their head and forced them to do it?
Homosexuality has never bothered me. When it comes to consenting adults, as long as you stay out of my bedroom I don’t give a fuck who you are fucking.
I deal with truth. If you want to say something negative about me, go head but it had jolly well be true. Otherwise, I’ll have to fight the urge to scratch your eyes out.
If you need a list of the negative things that are true about me, I’ll make you one. And it will be longer than anyone else’s.