I was talking to a friend the other day who casually mentioned their fifteen year old son was getting his wisdom teeth pulled. I had an immediate outrage reaction. “WHAT?? WHY?? DON’T LET THEM DO THAT!! NOOOOOO! ARGH!”
It was a little strident and opinionated, even for me.
(Backstory, I’m 44, and for the last 25 years or so, all my dentists have been telling me I need my wisdom teeth pulled, because “they might cause trouble.” They haven’t been any trouble at all, you sadistic bloodthirsty greedy bastards. Unless I’m going to Antarctica, don’t fucking touch them.
I have great, straight, problem free teeth, and have liked my dentists, with the exception of this one issue that they all seem to suffer from. Cocksuckers.)
So, what casual, everyday, completely normal thing makes you rage uncontrollably all out of proportion?
When I’m a passenger in a car (OK, it’s a work car pool) and it’s lightly raining and the driver needs to put on his windshield wipers. But then two minutes later it’s not raining anymore yet the wipers continue to lurch and screech across the windshield, for minutes upon minutes of tortuous dry screeching.
I really don’t want to sound like an OCD control freak so I just sit back gritting my teeth, wondering what possible level of consciousness, or unconsciousness is required to not notice that it’s not raining anymore and the wipers aren’t required. And they’re making noise. And you’ll wear them out a lot earlier.
Sure they do. My last car honked whenever you locked the doors using the button on the key-fob remote, but didn’t honk if you locked the doors using the rocker switch on the inside of the door. I hate the horn honk, so I always made it a point to use that rocker switch instead of the remote.
If it makes you feel any better, just yesterday the dentist gave me a referral to the oral surgeon so I could have my 15 yr old son’s wisdom teeth out. She said to me that they were not causing any problems at all right now, but they could at some point in the future, so he should really have them out soon.
On a similar note, my husband drives me crazy when he doesn’t put the wipers on as often as I would. He also leaves his visor down longer than I would. I am completely aware that these are MY issues, not his.
Totally depends on the car. On one of my cars, one press of the lock button on the fob locked the doors, the second press honked the horn. I liked the auditory feedback, without it I’d go nuts not knowing if my car door was locked. Hell, I put a webcam in my garage so I can see if garage door is open when I’m three blocks away instead of circling back. Anyways, that’s not what I’m getting at. In that particular car, the horn would honk when the alarm armed. There was no way to arm it without the accompanying honk. Sorry. (FTR it was factory installed, not aftermarket)
In my current car, I think I have that option to have it honk, but either way it’s just a quiet beep. Works for me, the alarm is armed and I know it’s locked.
But what really gets my goat is subbing in “cum” for “come” in more mundane language in an attempt to make things sound sexy. “Cum on over” and the like. Blaaaarrrrgh!!!
This is what I’m talking about~ not the completely justifiable rage from being cut off in traffic, or the people who butt in line, or are rude, or the IRS, but the rather mundane events that no one else even raises their eyebrows for.
Why does such an innocuous statement/sentiment enrage you?
The process of getting called from the general waiting area of a doctor’s office into the individual exam room to wait to be seen by the doctor is the everyday, mundane thing that just drives me insane. After I’ve sat for forty five minutes in the big waiting room, getting ushered into a small, cramped, windowless version where I am stuck waiting for an additional 45 minutes is enough to do serious harm to my mental health. :mad: Just leave me be in the damn waiting room until the doctor is ready to see me. Ugh. Or at least leave the goddamn door open! That way you have to look at me every time you pass me by!! :mad:
I get annoyed when people say (and you didn’t) sperm when they mean semen or nicotine when they mean tar. It’s like spilling coffee on your shirt and calling it a caffeine stain.
Going back to the wisdom teeth, all my life I was told I should pull them, but mostly due to nerves (as in being nervous about it) I never did. They never caused any real problems, even with 3 years of braces. But dentist after dentist told me I should get them pulled at almost every single exam. Finally, about a year ago I had a single one pulled, but only because it was basically rotting out of my head (that is, it had a problem, not that it was causing problems for other teeth).
When I asked the dentist about the other three he said that they looked just fine so there was no reason to pull them.
After they pulled that wisdom tooth (an upper) it was so easy, I still wish I had had them yank the other upper right away, just to be done with it.
I have a flatware set that includes salad forks (small) and regular dinner forks (large). Seldom to we have a real formal spread, so typically the kids set the table with just 1 fork and a butter knife at each setting. I don’t care which fork they use, but I MUST have a large fork. I actually threw a salad fork through the screen over the sink once when my daughter put it at my place.Yes, it’s a small thing, but it’s also something easy to get right, dammnit!
Don’t even get me started if someone takes the last ice cube without refilling the trays. Actually, the last of anything. I mean, I know that stuff runs out, but when I’m thinking about those cookies or chips or whatever, and I go to get them and they’re gone… I get unreasonably mad.
These really are exceptions though. In most things I’m pretty easygoing.
People who don’t read the damned manual. Specially when I’ve written the damned manual and, rather than structuring it the way I would have, I’ve had to follow their specs (bonus points for this second part if they haven’t written a manual in their lives).
