I’ve read that Comic Sans is great for dyslexics. I don’t know if this is true.
ZaBach was a fast fiddler, and the others? The slogan of the annual Cotati (California) Accordion Festival is, “Accordions don’t play LADY OF SPAIN - people do.” I’m also okay with Korla Pandit on organ at the skating rink. Some, like my granddaughter, hate high-pitched Indian females singing, or Yma Sumac. As with Comic Sans, I’m not bothered.
Dandelions in my lawn (which is a carpet of mostly weeds anyway).
Well played! Quarry-worthy, in fact.
Hope you’re enjoying this, because you’ll get to read it all over again when I post A Thing That Doesn’t Bother Me to this thread on this date in 2049.
Trolls on this board.
?Are you just saying that to get a rise outa people¿
Cold Weather. We’re having an unseasonable cold snap, and people are complaining. I’m getting asked “Where are your gloves? Aren’t you cold? Do you have a winter coat?” Well, cold do not bother me. I’m wearing a sweater and a warm jacket, and a hat with both hoods over it. That’s all I need.
Heavens to Betsy! Now what kind of monster would do something like that?? 
I’m surprised cold weather doesn’t bother your wrist.
Sometimes it does make my left wrist sore and/or stiffens it, but since I’m right handed it’s not a big deal. When it happens to be really bad, I put on a wrist brace.
I really only need to wear one mitten because the hand itself does not feel any pain.
For me, it would be pumpkin spice. I am not fond of it, but have nothing against it. Yet many people on social media seem to burn with a white-hot rage against pumpkin spice.
Ditto for pineapple on pizza, I see absolutely nothing wrong with it, but people lose their minds.
Other people doing something in an unusual but not-wrong way.
Various types/pieces of music.
Alto clarinets.
Cauliflower.
I don’t care if men leave the toilet seat up. It’s easy enough to put it down, so it’s always baffled me that so many women are annoyed by this.
Tailgaters. I pull over and let them pass if they’re dangerously close, but either way I don’t get upset. I don’t understand why people spray their windshield washers, hit the brakes, or do other things to try to stop them.
You don’t feel they’re endangering your safety?
I don’t know if this one exactly fits but i think its funny so here it is. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been in close quarters or a packed hallway and had someone inadvertently bump into me. No big deal. In fact, most every time, it’ll be a person banging their shin into one of the two protruding metal footplates on my chair (my feet rest on the very back of these footplates so almost the entire front half of each one is just exposed metal plate).
Like clockwork, every time this happens, the person who just endured what I know was a motherfucking painful event, nonetheless will look down at me and overly-effusively apologize, with elaborate hand gestures and concerned eyebrows and everything, asking if I’m ok.
I’ve always found this so bemusing and absurd. Like, “yeah, doin ok, that footplate down there, he can’t feel much”. Despite the fact that my body was not touched, the simple fact that their body came in contact with “My Chair” must mean penance is due.
Sports. Any kind of sports. Anything to do with sports. I. Don’t. Care.
And I married a man who thinks the same way. When people ask him about the Superbowl, he says, “I never did care much for baseball.”
GAWD, I love him!
~VOW
You mirror me and my husband. He’s very, very tall, and he’s always asked about basketball. They’re always amazed that he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about it.
Getting ninja-ed. It seems to bother a lot of people around here enough that they feel the need to comment on it when it happens.
Dammit, **Dickerman **beat me to it.
It usually isn’t getting ninja’d per se that bothers me, it’s the snarky comments along the lines of, “Dude, the post before yours said exactly the same thing, why did you bother to post it?” Saying “Ninja’d” is a pre-emptive measure to point out that the post wasn’t there when I began typing.