Hey, **Auntbeast, ** I’m an accountant and I like you. But please don’t knock over my poker chips.
People who party excessively don’t like me much. That odd type of person who has some weird thing about their own drinking such that someone who doesn’t drink offends them by doing so–they hate me. Guys who think all women represent holes that need filling don’t like me. Women who think all other women envy them don’t like me. Stupid people don’t like me because I won’t help them fix whatever it was they messed up by being stupid.
People who are extremely ideologically passionate (whether it be the green crowd, the PC police, or the super-religious types). In addition, I am usually disliked by those who spend their time condescendingly criticizing social norms without actually participating in said society, a group that I’ve had to interact more with since entering college.
People who are hypocrites or who are trying to do something dishonest because they can’t stand that I see right through them and don’t let them get away with it. The ones who shanghaied our community association (in another city) so they could vote down a women’s shelter, for instance, weren’t fond of me shooting down their arguments. Nor were the ones who tried to have our local community health facility (in the city I’m in now) closed for BS ‘reasons’. They didn’t like me blowing holes in their arguments. Boo hoo. That same quality earns me fans who admire my ‘passion’ and who try to tap me for political service.
I’ve also been perceived as a ‘threat’ by people who saw me doing well in a job. I never wanted their jobs and was only trying to do my own job to the best of my ability, but it gave me great insight into people who cling to their jobs out of fear that they can’t find something else elsewhere and what lows people will stoop to to hang on to the jobs they have (like lying about people). I don’t work under that sort of person anymore. They hate it when senior managers like me, and senior managers always do.
I have zero patience with people who are all about finding fault with others for ludicrous reasons and I make no bones about it. People don’t like that. I don’t care. People who try to defend prejudices are fair game and I don’t pull any punches when dealing with them. Needless to say, people who really want to hang on to their prejudices don’t like that. I don’t run into those people IRL, likely because of where I live. I do find them on message boards sometimes and we clash. I’m not about to cease hating prejudice or hypocrites, however.
I think the people who don’t like me are the people who are to quick to assume how I view life and what I’m all about. Sometimes I say things I don’t believe at all in way that while is obviously sarcastic to me, is taken completely serious by other people. I also tend to have very dark humor sometimes and a lot of people don’t like that.
This could help explain why the wives/girlfriends of every male co-worker between the ages of 20 and 35 that I’ve had in the last 10 years hates me. I’ve been (faithfully) married for 14 years, yet these women always think I’m trying to steal their men. Really ladies, the one I have is quite enough.
Anyone who’s uptight, overly serious, or overly professional hates me (and believe me, the feeling is mutual!). I’m laid-back to the point of near-slackerdom (think of “The Dude” in The Big Lebowski, but with a job and without all the weed smoking). Life’s too short to have a stick up your ass, rules are made to be flexible, being on-time is for weenies with something to prove, etc.
People who care about how other people dress tend to dislike me. Occasionally to the point of threatening to cut my feet off :eek:
I can’t read nonverbal social cues, so anyone who pays a lot of attention to body language or tone of voice or things like that is going to be at best confused by me, and very likely won’t like me.
If people who fidget bother you, I recommend you not spend much time around me.
Ahhh, the advantages of being unattractive and geeky. Most of my friends are men, and I get along fine with their wives/girlfriends, because the women don’t see me as competition or a threat.
Hippy-crites, as I refer to them. The kind of younger adults who dress in all hemp clothing and feed their baby soy formula from a recycled-plastic bottle and think they know everything about environmentalism and how we’re “ruining the world!!” But when you try to argue with or even discuss any of their misinformed “facts” they can’t even understand what you’re saying. Oh, and they also pretend they are all peaceful and open-minded, but in reality they are judgmental assholes.
(Those who I consider to be) Middle Aged Women (35/40-55).
I can sell an icebox to an Eskimo if that Eskimo happens to be anyone but the above age group. Even back in high school debate, I’d have a hell of a time winning over the 35-55 female set- they just absolutely hate me. I’m not sure what it is, but they often sneer at me and refuse to listen to whatever I’m saying, while glaring at me. Here at work, they are the only group that demands to speak to “Someone older. A man. Immediately.” They were the same group that would leave me debate comments that said, “It’s unladylike to be so forward and argumentative.” Meh.
It’s just weird, because I’m often cited as being the most “convincing” person anyone knows, yet middle aged women just hate me.
Macho He-man, jocks, beer-drinking, flannel-shirt wearing, climb-down from the high steel at day’s end types. You know, the kind they make beer commercials about.
I don’t really do sports, I’m not macho, and I really have little in common with these types and they seem happier having avoided me, too.
I can cook, clean, sing, enjoy musicals & books, and other, shall we say, non-macho things. Yeah - some things are stereotypically male (I don’t ask for directions) but I’m also in touch with that traditional feminine side.
Anyone who’s a big sports nut (especially football) won’t mesh with me. If sports is all they like to talk about, we have nothing in common. I presume such people were jocks in high school and would still perceive me as the geeky computer nerd they would have seen me as in school. In fact, guys who are into manly things (hunting, working on cars, drinking beer, woodworking/carpentry) see me as a major misfit.
The women who talk about gossip, celebrity gossip, reality TV, diets, clothes, shoes, and getting their hair or nails done.
I’m about as capable of holding a conversation on those topics as most of them would be of holding a conversation about quantum mechanics. And about as interested, too.
I remember at a restaurant I used to work at we had a manager in training try and take the reigns of the whole damned show. Everything was by the book with this guy…only it was by a different book than we had all been trained by. Many procedures had been modified to better suit the quirks our kitchen appliances had developed over the years, our specific clientel, and simple preference. This guy couldn’t stand it. He was too busy shouting at everyone about how they were doing a shitty job because it wasn’t by the book that he was never able to stand back and realize that everything was working just fine. NO ONE was complaining about anything but him.
I had been trained for my job just fine. And I wasn’t scared of yelling. My dad had a short fuse. I’ve had my fair share of customers yell at me. Whenever he tried telling me a “better” way to do my job, I would calmly explain to him that while his method sounded dandy, I had already been taught a method that was much more effecient by the other managers, and boy, I’d sure hate to disobey their specifications on how they wanted the job done. He’d blow his lid.
One day he walked up to me and told me that he senses a greater amount of hatred emitting from me, to him, than he felt from anyone else in the restauraunt. Funny thing considering I hadn’t once raised my voice, insulted him, shook my fists, gone red in the face, or made faces behind his back. I did give him a lot of blank stares and smiles though while he flipped out.
The managment eventually had a talk with HIM.
And put me down for the Too Cool Cliques. I operate on an entirely different frequency than these people.
Everyone likes me. I’m farking wonderful. Except Management seems to have issues with the fact that a) I do my job without any problems/ complaints. b) finish other peoples jobs because they are bottom feeders c) use sarcasm alot. They tend to avoid me because I make them think or something. Then again, I’m the lowest of the low in retail, I’m pretty sure the Retard Folk that work here are higher up in the pecking order than me.
But the humorless and ultra religious drive me nuts. ( Funny, how they are mutual exclusive, yet usually one in the same.)
Baby, I have a whole message-board peopled by folks who don’t like me! Basically wrote Croatoan on SAMPIRO and drifted off (though some are bicoastal).
In the waking, “no-nonsense” people don’t much like me. Fanatical ideologues (whether it’s religion or leftist/rightist politics) irritate the hell out of me and I return the compliment. People who believe that to be funny means you can’t be serious or have depth (i.e. those who evidently disagree with Ustinov’s statement “It’s our responsibilities, not ourselves, we should take seriously”) don’t like me.
Strangely I get along fine with any number of (non fanatical, but) politically/religiously conservative types, even those who know I’m a gaytheist. I’m almost a universal solvent in some workplaces.
And strangely I only have 2 close friends who are gay males. I’ve never been popular with other gays in the waking (though Bama gays aren’t representative due to the heavy closet and particularly high bitterness factor- lots of individual exceptions, but general rule).
Most of my friends are men, and I get along fine with their wives/girlfriends, because the women don’t see me as competition or a threat.