What I really don’t get is Christians who seem completely the opposite to Christ like in there actions and thoughts.
I don’t get people hating others whom have done no wrong to them.
I know a couple both of whom lived with their parents until they marrried and moved into the house they had bought together. AFAIK things have worked out well for them, but I never would have wanted to give up the chance to live on my own.
I’ve got a cousin, 45, who lives at home but is gradually buying his parents’ house from them. Again, I’d never choose to live that way, but there’s a clear difference between him and an unemployed ne’er-do-well living in the basement. In short, there are many variations to the ‘adult-child living at home’ scenario.
Some guys pretend they can read :o Sorry!
(I suppose you can’t get that, feppytweed 
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I don’t get people who support Bush–I always want to say, “do you read, at all? Do you know what is going on?” This is not true here, but in RL, sadly, many of the ones I know haven’t.
I don’t get pet lovers–the ones who treat their pets like spoiled children or refer to them as their children. They are pets. Companions? Yes-partners, no.
I don’t get the need for Spanish signs all over. We have more Poles than Krakow here, but no signs in Polish.
I don’t get oh, so many things. Like how incompetence seems to be rewarded in so many businesses. Like how any hospital administration will do anything rather than hire enough nurses to staff safely. Aren’t we here for the patients?
Bible thumpers and similiar. My spiritual path. My journey. You go on yours and leave me alone. Thanks.
I don’t get opera. I like operetta (sorta), and I like musicals. The characters in opera all need therapy, plus, I cannot understand what they are singing, and I don’t speak Italian/German etc.
I don’t get boring people. Ask yourselves: is this sentence neccessary? Do I need to relate this anecdote? (sometimes this person is me).
I don’t get the whole SAHM vs “working mom” thing. Hell, we all work hard. Why the divisiness? Same re: bottle ve breast. Oy.
I also don’t get the extreme importance placed (in my area at least) on the premier home, the best car, the most gourmet food, the designer clothes, the exclusive vaca. Get over all yourselves, please. Yes, we are all upper middle class white people. How dull. :rolleyes:
I like what most everyone has said-this is a neat thread.
Oh-I also loathe rap–not just don’t get it–loathe it. Every gangst rapper needs a 4th grade English teacher to inculcate some manners and some respect into their smartass, stupid mouths. It’s not an art form, it’s socially endorsed misogyny and hatred. Ugh.
last thing: I don’t get why I waste time here when I have things to do that need to get done and that I also enjoy. Need a 12 step program for Internet addicts…
Oh, yeah. I don’t get people who think that everything imported is good and everything domestic is crap. I don’t mean that to sound snarky. I really don’t get it. I’ve owned a bunch of good American cars, and I still hear this superior “I bought an import cause Americans can’t make cars” line all the time.
I thought about this just the other day, as I was sliding around in a mudhole of a dirt road. I was really glad I hadn’t driven the vehicle with the automatic, because the stick shift gives me way more control.
Real estate prices are rising fast, and my daughter and her husband just bought a house. Damned smart move.
Maybe I can help you get this one. I buy a lot of albums (CDs, whatever). Generally, there are songs on them that I like, and songs that I don’t like. I consider the most wonderful thing about my iPod to be the ability to pull all of the songs I like off of my CDs and leave behind the ones I don’t. It’s not that I never listened to the other songs, it’s that I don’t like them. Does that make more sense?
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I don’t get this whole “fashion sense” thing. Who cares whether other people wear shirts with wolves on them? If they like wolves, fine. If you don’t, wear something else.
Ohhh. That reminds me of a story. I was 12–or maybe it was 13, cause that was the year my neighbor Billy bought a cool new bike, I think it was a Stingray–and my friend John and I–oh no, wait, I think it was Ken…
I don’t get why people who eat meat don’t understand that vegetarians can have a perfectly normal and balanced diet without it. So many times I’ve been asked “You’re a vegetarian? widened eyes So…what do you eat?”
I also don’t get why some Christians don’t understand that if you’re a non-Christian, you do not want to celebrate Christmas, have a Christmas tree, or have anything to do with Christianity. People have asked me why wouldn’t I have a Christmas tree in my house, knowing full well I’m not Christian. Ugh. (Sorry to any Christians out there, I have absolutely nothing against you.)
And they’re always insanely proud of the fact that they don’t read.
It’s usually said with a sneer. “Oh, you’re a reader. I don’t read.” Period. End of conversation. As if the fact that you like to read (and read a lot) is something to be ashamed of and their Non-Reader status is somehow better. :rolleyes:
Hey, my brother had a StingRay, too! maybe he knew your neighbor? What were we talking about? 
As to the music comment–some songs on an album will grow on me-others, never. I like pulling and compiling my own “soundtracks”.
So, like you, I don’t get why others don’t.
Actually, I have had several American cars–all had problems and frankly, I will never buy another one in my lifetime. I also will not buy a new car again. But I get why someone would want a new, American car! 
Designer and ‘name’ fashions: Or specifically the obsession with 'em. Kate Spade this, Manolo Blahnik that, Armani the other. I can’t tell one from the other, and frankly croggle over people who can. I can’t imagine the sheer investment in time it must take, poring over racks or pictures of things. Fine hobby for them as likes it, but I don’t get it.
The whole beauty culture thing: Sure, I like to look nice but I don’t get people who define who they are by what they look like to others. Time inevitably works against them, and their preoccupation with looks becomes more frantic and pathetic. Staying in relatively healthy good shape is fine; obsessing over looks and youth all your life just seems so sad and self-defeating. Don’t get it.
- subset: ‘in’ and ‘out’ colors, styles, makeup, etc. I’ve never had the least idea, or cared, what was THE color, whatever, for the season. I wear what is comfortable and looks good on me. Just don’t get the drive to adapt what’s ‘in’ to what might suit me, but usually doesn’t.
Collecting: Just about anything, really. Avon bottles, Barbie dolls, cows, pigs, chickens, Hello Kitty!, beanie babies, Hummels, beer bottles, hubcaps, lunch boxes, you name it. It all ends up a hellish amount of stuff. I just don’t get the passion.
Religious dogmatism: Of any kind; the fact that some people are absolutely rigid that they KNOW the exact details of all creation and answers. They don’t know; they believe. And that’s fine, but not to point of being pissy with others. Don’t get this one at all.
Political dogmatism: X party/belief embodies all virtues and anybody who believes otherwise is wrong, if not actually willfully malignant. No perspective or shading allowed, it’s X all the way. This applies all across the political spectrum for me. Just don’t get the naive narrowness of it.
I often feel like an alien visitor to earth.
Veb
I don’t get “scat” singing. I appreciate that it takes talent to do but even then it’s utterly UNLISTENABLE !
IMHO obviously.
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Is it just me, or does this seem to be getting worse? “I disagree with Politician X on issue Y, therefore Politician X is an evil human being who would have destroyed the world by now if he wasn’t so stupid. And, by the way, everyone who supports Politician X is obviously ignorant and filled with bad intentions!”
I remember a bit of that back in the Nixon days, when I was first becoming cognizant of politics, but it’s been really bad in the Clinton and GW Bush years.
Cheater!
I wanted to say something to the effect of what Spectre of Pithecanthropus pointed out, but my reply came out all stupid n’ stuff. So disregard. I totally agree that he should be responsible about his own adult relationships and avoid running home to ‘mommy’ for reassurance. But also that not all people who live with their folks for a long time are clingy to them either.
All is well.
:smack: Dammit.
…are not always clingy to them either.
**Civil War reinactors.**I know I spelled that wrong. I just don’t get the fun out of dressing up in a wool suit on a hot summer day to play Johnny Reb and Tommy Yank. I will never understand.
Looking back over 4/1-2 pages of these, many of which I agree with, I think I can see what we’re all really saying …
Simplifying a bit, we all either:
a) Don’t get people, beliefs, or behaviors that differ significantly from our own
or
b) Don’t get people who don’t get people, beliefs, or behaviors that differ significantly from our own.
That dichotomy has driven politics since the caveman days and will continue to do so for the rest of humanity’s time on Earth.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but… Duh!
Actually, though, you’re vastly oversimplifying. There are people with beliefs and/or behaviors that differ dramatically and hugely from mine that I may disagree with, but I still “get” (i.e., empathize with or understand).
On the other hand, there are people quite similar to me in many other respects with beliefs or behaviors that I simply don’t get and probably never will.
Are you me? Both of these things make me batty. I eat…you know all the things that aren’t meat? That’s what I eat! I have one coworker who knows I’m a vegetarian and is constantly checking what I eat to make sure it’s “okay”. I’m not really sure what “okay” is, since he’s double checked to see if I could have soda, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and chocolate wafers. Do any of those things have meat? NO! Then I will eat them. Yum, junk food.
And I had another coworker accuse me of being a “grinch” for politely declining her offer of a CD of Christmas carols to listen to on my work computer. She knew perfectly well that I am Jewish. I’m not offended by the existence of Christmas and will happily participate in gift exchanges and go to Christmas parties (I like presents and parties), but I don’t need to “get in the spirit”. I have no Christmas spirit! I’m a Jew!
I don’t get sex. I don’t understand why people waste so much of their times and money chasing people who will, 9 times out of 10, end up breaking their hearts.
I don’t get birding. I like going out into nature and IDing stuff, but many birders take it to an extreme.
I don’t get hot-tempered people or people who get offended at every little joke or remark.
I don’t get when people don’t see how snobbish or ultra-critical they are. There is no objective reason why your preferences are superior to mine or anyone else’s. I shouldn’t have to defend my tastes or feel self-conscious when you’re flipping through my CD collection.
I don’t get extraverts. I understand being a friendly, social person, but I don’t understand how it’s possible for someone NOT to want to be alone.
I don’t get this, either. I also don’t get people who are offended by the existence of fat people. What’s the big hairy deal if not everyone you see conforms to your standard of attractiveness?