Things you just don't get.

***Weddings. Also all the things that go with weddings, like engagement rings, flowers (they’re just dead sex organs), invitations that cost any more than five cents to print up (seriously, I know someone that budgeted $700 for her invites), and color scheme obsessions. I want to get married someday, but not by supporting a bunch of shallow and immoral industries (the diamond industry) when I could be spending that money on a nice place to live for my mate and I.

***People who shop at Walmart despite knowing of Walmart’s shady practices when they have other shopping options. If you don’t know about all the violations, that’s one thing. If you know but are too far from another place to shop somewhere else, that’s okay too. But people who know and have other options but still persist in shopping there and brush off the violations perplex and enrage me. How cold is your heart, happy Walmartian?

***Gourmet food and wine, and the people who obsess over said things. To me, food is just calories, and wine is just a beverage.

***“Hard” science fiction, aka books written for engineers with no imaginations who mentally masturbate to technical manuals but don’t care about characterization, which to me is the heart of fiction.

***Viagra. To me, it is selfish to take this; it not only takes research money away from looking for cures to real diseases but it also contaminates the environment (therapeutic doses of Viagra have been found in tap water, this is true for other medications as well, but it really makes me mad that a non-essential pill is contaminating the water supply). Erectile dysfunction is caused by one of two things: blood not flowing to the penis as well as it should, and psychological reasons. In the first case, a better regimen would be a heart-healthy diet, exercise, and possibly medication to correct the underlying blood-flow problem. In the second, sex therapy (conducted with one’s wife or partner… two-way street y’all) would be preferable. Viagra hasn’t been shown to be much more effective than placebo in blind studies. Yet these old geezers keep on choking down penis pills to bugger their wives, who probably aren’t into it nearly as much as they are, since we haven’t yet developed a suitable female libido-placebo.

***Thirty year olds who still live at home. It’s maybe okay to live at home if you’re twenty-five and still in grad school, but thirty is way too old. It blows my mind that there are people who are almost a decade older than me and live at home; I don’t think I’m that mature but on paper as someone who moved out at twenty-one I come out great. I don’t think this is any great effort on my part, other people’s slackerdom makes me look good.

***Celebrity snarkers. Celebrities occupy maybe two seconds out of my thoughts for the day. I really don’t get people who spend every waking hour thinking or blogging about them. GET A LIFE.

Oblivious people. I’ve known people who rarely seem to grasp that I’m ignoring them, and when they do they never have an inkling that the reason I’m not paying attention is that I don’t care. I mean, come on. Is it that hard to pick up a hint?

Men who hit on girls in the street. Do they really think that women find it anything other that creepy?

Economics.

Do you happen to have her phone number?
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Weebl and Bob - It’s just random siliness–I can do that on my own, and beter too.

People who delight in being mean to others. Some people seem to come alive only when they are being deliberately cruel to someone else. It is scary and sad at the same time.

Being strictly straight or gay or only being attracted to redheads or blondes etc. It don’t get being that focused. I try and fail. I can’t see having a certain configuration as a deal breaker. For me the only real physical deal breakers are blond(e) eyebrows.

People who are dissappointed that a celebrity does not share their sexual orientation. I know in my heart of hearts that my chances with nearly any celebrity are not significantly affected by whether they like women or not. I am never going to meet most of them and those whom do, I am not likely to have a chance with for a myriad of reasons, nor am I really interested at this point in my life. My dance card is full. It doesn’t stop them from starring in the occasional fantasy of mine.

People who know they have huge whitehead pimples on their face and don’t pop them, not because they might scar, but because they don’t care to.

Painfully loud music. It is painful, not pleasant.

Spirituality. I don’t even quite understand what it is. No one seems to be able to explain it. How am I ever going to know if I’m spiritual if no one can provide a concrete definition?

People who believe in “god.”

People who believe in something (say, homeopathy) with no evidence for it whatsoever…but when presented with contrary evidence will defend it tooth and nail. Wha? I so don’t get that.

In America, you study Heavenly Bodies.
In Soviet Russia, (artificial) Heavenly Bodies study you!

I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.

Along with Bruce_Daddy’s Rush submission, I’d also like to add AC/DC. I’ve never gotten what was appealiing about them.

Make-up. Nothing ruins an attractive face more than make-up does. Especially some weird colour that wouldn’t normally exsist, like some godawful pink or black lipstick, or something blue on the eyes. It’s repulsive.

Bridesmaid dresses

Every wedding I’ve ever been attended has had the bridesmaids wearing these goofy looking, weird-colored costumes that can never be worn anywhere again. These bridesmaids are given a pattern, some material, and they have someone make the dresses. Thus, a bunch of people are going to a whole lot of trouble just for a goofy end product which will be used once.
I’ve always said, why not just go to national store like Penneys or Sears, pick out some nice outfit, and tell the gals to go get it in their size. They would have matching outfits, and it could be something they could use again, in regular life. But I’m laughed at for that suggestion, because then the dresses wouldn’t match the napkins at the reception…

Religion. Maybe it’s because I’d be worse than Ned Flanders if I actually believed, deep in my heart and mind, that God, as advertised by the church, was real. I’d be living the 10 commandments, man.

The anti gay marriage thing. Sorry, I just don’t see how their marriage affects mine, at all.

McMansions. A couple of my siblings have these, they’re nice, lots of room for sure, but I don’t see the tremendous appeal that makes them so popular. And real estate in general. People spend a fortune on homes, up to their eyeballs in debt, just to have a bigger house that they can’t enjoy because they work 12hrs a day and are worn out on the weekend. I’d rather have a small house and free time / spare money.

What about those that have a job and help with utilities and food? I’m not sure how many there are that actually do that, but I would think that is better than those that are unemployed and don’t help out at all.

Religion. God can believe in me. After all he/she/it is supposed to be all knowing. I’m a good guy. I shouldn’t have to prove it by going to church.

Church. Same thing. It’s a building. Made of the same stuff my house is. If I’m gonna pray, I’ll do it some where that ‘God’ made. My yard is a better church than any church.

How can anyone abuse children or animals?

The whole anti-gay marriage thing is a big one with the Wife and I as well. Why do these people care?

Lighthearted stuff—

Turn off your cell phone. You won’t be missed. (with an exception to people with kids/parents in need, and a few business people). Why on earth would anyone want to be connected 24 hours a day?

Professional sports. How much do these folks make again?

Agreed. ? IT ISN’T A PARADE. Ware what you want.

My dad just doesn’t get that (-3) x (-3) = 9. No matter how many times I try to explain it to him it doesn’t sink in, he can’t grasp how it is possible that two negatives can make a positive.

I don’t get how two guys can dislike each other, actually come to blows and then be alright and have a beer together.

If I don’t like a girl, I just don’t like her. I can and will be civil and polite and I haven’t been in a fight since probably 3rd grade, but hitting and being hit isn’t going to suddenly make her okay in my book.

Hhee. I can kinda agree with your Dad.

How can ‘NOT’ somthing times ‘NOT’ something = something? It’s purely a practical position, wherein ‘NOT’ something can’t really exist in the first place. (cept in credit cards and banking)… Hmmmmm. My Visa * My MasterCard…

I’m rich! YEEEEEHAAAAAA!

Well, I agree with pretty much everything on here, except flowers and economics. Flowers I get.

I don’t get spending 3 bucks on a single flower because they are supposed to be better than all the others(Yes I’m talking to you, the roses!). I do get spending 3.50 at any Aldi’s to get a nice bunch of spring flowers. They last between 1 and 2 weeks (depending on the state of the flowers), and make a room brighter. I’d much rather spend 3.50 on flowers every 2 weeks than on a fast food meal.

I don’t get naming small obscure stars after people in an commercial database.

I’m a 44 yo man. I’ve never seen this except in movies. Never been in a fight either. That’s something else I don’t get.

Fights.

It’s not just a movie thing, believe it or not.

I don’t get obsession with work. Wouldn’t we all be happier with less of it?

The antiquated perception that women are somehow less mentally capable than men. (I know this isn’t necessarily true now, but I was talking about it with my husband last night, so it’s foremost in my mind now.) I mean, if us women are so dumb, why would anyone trust us to raise the menfolk’s children? Best case we might diaper the kids’ heads instead of their asses; there’s no telling what we’ll do if we’re home with the kids all day by ourselves.

Having meetings to discuss what we’re going to meet about later on. I’m working on-site as a contract writer at a really large company now, and half the “meetings” I have, which are events people have gone to the trouble to send out invites then reserved a conference room for, are events where we discuss what we’re going to discuss in another meeting. It’s my assumption that you ought to already be prepared for a meeting if you’re going (it would remove the necessity of having a meeting to discuss the meeting, then you could write up minutes after so others would know what went on, too), but that’s just my craziness showing through I guess.

I don’t get why someone’s living situation is anyone else’s business, unless – maybe – that someone is obviously being abused or delusional in some way.