Ok, first of all, let’s not all get mad at each other for getting mad at these! We all have different trigger points. I don’t want this to descend into a fight or anything. I’m just curious.
But what kind of things make you riled up right away?
Myself:
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[li] People claiming that things are drug-induced when they really are not. Like Alice in Wonderland, or maybe Puff the Magic Dragon. It’s like people believe you can’t ever be creative without drugs![/li][li] People telling me “If you don’t like it, leave.” Well, it doesn’t work that way, right? If I don’t like it, I should stay and try to change it if I truly love where I am staying. I don’t just mean this politically, but in any situation.[/li][li] People insisting until they are blue in the face that they are really right about something after you have provided them with proof they are not! [/li][/ul]
Yourself?
Managers of end user departments who have no technical knowledge but who insist on things that are impossible because reality is unacceptable. When accepting reality makes them realize that they made a mistake in planning (or more likely failed to consult anyone who could have told them in the planning stages that there might be unexpected issues).
:wally
Had another one of those yesterday. I lost it for a couple of minutes, I wish I could stop doing that.
Asking me if I have PMS or if I’m having my period. a) If you think it’s as easy as crossing off days on a calendar to find out when I’m going to be in a bad mood, good luck with that. b) Why is it that a man can have a bad day without anyone interrogating him about his reproductive organs? I discuss my ovaries with my husband, my gynecologist, and a couple of very close female friends. If you are not one of the people on that list, my menstural cycle none of your Og-damned business.
Swearing at me. Not just swearing in my presence (fuck knows I’ve got no problem with that) but calling me a bitch, or telling me what I’m saying is bullshit, saying “fuck you,” etc. That automatically signals The End. Conversation over. Come back when you can keep a civil tongue in your head—or better yet, don’t come back.
Cheating in my class. It is profoundly disrespectful to me and, more importantly, the rest of the class. I literally shake with anger when I discover cheating.
Accusing me of cheating at games. I don’t cheat, but ya know what I’ve noticed? People who are quick to throw around accusations of cheating are usually cheaters themselves. They are dishonest, and so expect dishonesty from others, and so they will jump on any mistake as if it were a deliberate attempt to break the rules. Which is fine, because it just puts a big neon sign on your forehead that says “LOOKIT ME, I’M A CHEATER.” Make a serious accusation of cheating against me, or any of my friends, for that matter, and I’ll never sit down at a table with you again.
People with an inexplicable sense of entitlement. Where in the constitution does it say that you deserve a 500% profit on the development on your land? Especially since you’re making a 200% net profit as is. NOTHING makes me red faster than an applicant who starts tossing around phrases like, “I’m entitled to…” or “I deserve…”
Someone laughing at me. I am quick to laugh at myself, and if I am laughing then feel free to join in. If something happens to me that is bad enough that I can’t see humor in it, then it is beyond rude to laugh at me or my situation.
Weathermen, oh excuse me, meteorologists, who won’t just tell me the forecast and then shut up.
It’s going to rain tomorrow… so bring an umbrella.
It’s going to be cold tomorrow… so bundle up.
It’s going to be hot tomorrow… so slap on that sunscreen.
Jeez, just tell me the weather, I’ll figure out the rest, mom.
Inane things news anchors say when trying to engage in happy talk.
“Are you into the Christmas sprit yet? Well, there are only 4 more shopping days left”. Shopping does not equal the Christmas spirit, you airhead! (I should really stop throwing stuff at the TV.)
I was recently on the forums section of an online dating site. The topic turned to the paranormal. Man, I had to bow out after a couple posts for fear of popping a blood vessel or something. John Edwards is a genius. I predicted my grandmother’s death. Jean Dixon lives in a small house; she isn’t doing it for the money, just sharing her gift. I always know who is calling before the phone rings. Blah, Blah Blah… Sadly none of them were keen to demonstrate their gifts and pick up an easy million bucks, but I was the only one that seemed to bother.
Exactly. This past fall, I was asked to drive my '64 Ford in a town parade. The mayor of the town rode in the back. During the parade, the brakes overheated; it was a bit freaky, even though we were going so slow. I was able to maintain control over the car, and got out of the parade without hitting anything or anyone. However, anytime this mayor sees me, he makes comments like “Oh, I hope you’re not driving today!” or “Oh, I hope no one’s planning on riding with you!” Nevermind that I was able to determine what was wrong with the car fast enough to take action, and nevermind that the brakes cooled down as soon as I pulled out of the parade…this a-hole is now going around town telling everyone I can’t drive.
One, the lazy scumbags that cannot and will not return the shopping cart to the parking lot cart storage. If I had a dollar for every time I tried to pull into a parking space that’s blocked by a cart, when the stupid cart storage is not even twenty feet away, my daughter’s college fund will be ready in a few weeks.
Two, the lazy scumbags who cannot and will not park in a parking space. They’ll park in the fire lane, engine running for 30 minutes as the spouse does a month shopping for a family of five. Thus blocking normal ingress/egress for everybody else, especially when there’s 3 or 4 cars blocking the fire lane.
Having something I said misinterpreted, then every time I try to explain what I really meant, I’m accused of backpeddling, or told “you have an excuse for everything”, or being further misinterpreted. Any chance I have of exhonorating myself is met with further hostility and ignorance. When I finally give up and say it’s not worth persuing any more, I’m told “Ha! You admit you were wrong!”
People that think thay they (or their kids) are ‘special,’ and therefore rules don’t apply to them. There are always extenuating circumstances, always one more excuse. Please. We’re all special…to the point where the word means absolutely nothing.
People with no sense of personal space and/or volume control.
People that never apologize, or worse, offer backhanded/ clearly insincere apologies.
Anyone that feels the need to tell me how much something costs without my asking.
Creationists.
People that think GW Bush is awesome/moral/a great president (note: this does not = republicans in general)
Someone left a cart behind my car while I was in it. I had dropped my glasses case and had to search for it. Finally found 'em, belted in, started up, shifted to reverse, looked over my shoulder, and, guess what? Smack in the middle, right behind my car, was some fuckstick’s cart. 'Way out in the hinterlands, too, so I was tempted to just shove the damn cart into the next space and take off, but I decided I wasn’t going to sink to that level, and walked the damn thing to the cart corall.
Try not to let our middle child push your buttons like that. You know how he is.