To the typically non-violent, what pushes your quirky buttons and makes you fantasize about how good it would feel to just regress and break or throw something?
For me, it’s days where my clutz and coordination quotient is skewed to mishaps at a rate much greater than chance. This is when I know that gnomes exist, and are following me around and stacking the deck against me that day, snickering deliciously. Purse strap caught on doorknobs, causing snap-back action (quite entertaining to others); inability to find keys attached to my cinder block keychain, in a bag the size of a legal envelope (ultimately results in contents being flung on floor; does make locating easier); chronic underestimation of the heighth of steps and positioning of doors…
Today the boss asked me to re-do something that was fine in everyone’s opinion but his. OK fine, I started & worked hard at it for an hour ,then I broke this something I was re-doing(construction). long story short the boss sent someone to help me out, someone who wanted to do things differently than I had worked things out. I calmly said " OK I worked this out already,but if you want to try something different I’ll be over there drinking coffee,call me when you get it worked out" Turns out after he did some figuring we did it my way anyhow.MAN I lost it inside, but I kept my cool 'cause this co-worker and I get along really well and I didn’t want to argue over nothing and possibly cause i’ll will…
I hear you about those drivers. To make it worse, how about the idiot drivers who can’t or won’t resist messing with the instigating idiot driver?
I once partially cured a friend who was prone to such reactions, by pointing out to him that he is a bigger sucker to join in the game than to abstain, even if that makes him feel like he isn’t taking control of the situation. By joining in, he actually gives the other guy POWER - the power to decide that someone else’s blood pressure should go up, and/or that they may as well be in an accident that day!
Mainly a lot of prodding when I’m feeling down/having a bad day. People either constantly asking me If I’m okay (NO and if I wanted to talk about it I would be telling my story right now) or just a lot of teasing. I can handle some teasing but too much of it and the same thing termed in different ways eventually it’s just like why can’t you just leave me alone!!!
Or just if someone does a lot of stuff to me that just adds up and becomes too much. I still wouldn’t mind seeing my first b/f beaten up, and I’m not the only one, because he basically used me and tossed me aside (which I got over) but then he was friends with my roomie so he came over one day and stole a bunch of stuff from me (70 bucks, a full pack of smokes ($10 right there!!), and a couple of my CD’s that he really liked) Leaving me at work the next day without a cigarette, no money for food and sick as a dog already from having caught the flu earlier that week… The others want to see him beat up not on my behalf but their own because he pulled the same sort of stunt with them after me, and they didn’t believe me when I said not to trust him!
When people STAND IN A DOORWAY TO CHIT-CHAT. Ohmygod, I wanna just beat the shit outta them! And then they look at you like YOU’RE the asshole when you try to excuse your way through the clusterfuck.
last summer I was working in small neighborhood, my job(carpenter) keeps me outside mostly. Also I have to fetch tools&materials from the truck for myself throughout the day. Everyday I would see the same people hauling-ass down this narrow street with houses on both sides,with kids running around no less . Damn right I would say something. I would either yell "
I am an anti-smoker. Flame me all you want, but I cannot stand it when people stand outside of non-smoking buildings and smoke right in front of the entrances. Sure sometimes its cold it and they don’t want to be too far, or whatever reason someone could come up with. But I have to walk through the awful stench of it all, and it makes me angry.
oops I hit “reply” by accident , thats supposed to say “SLOW DOWN!!”. anyhow long story short I got some folks to slow down. BTW I saw 2 near accidents by these same idiots as a result of their excessive speed…so yes I’ll “join in the game”
People who stick their umbrella/hand into elevator doors which are damn near closed all the way already, so they can get on. (Understandable in a massive highrise where you could wait five minutes for the next one I suppose.)
But people should be able to tell telepathically when I’m late or not in the mood for it! Then, the ones who do the above and proceed to get off at the second floor (notwithstanding the handicapped). Somehow it strikes me as ‘coming late and leaving early.’
Then, how about people who would rather stand behind you glaring when you have your back to them and are innocently blocking their way without knowing it (as in being at your gym locker, or looking at a product in the grocery store), rather than use that orifice on their face known as a mouth to say “exuse me, I need to get by you.” I believe they’d rather wait for you to realize on your own that they are there, so they can be vindicated by the startled look on your face and your rush of apologies over what a clod and idiot you are.
Coffeeguy sez <<Anyone in a minivan.>>
What’s the problem? I got one, only way to travel with kids. Plus opposite-gender temptation unlikely to be reciprocated.
People who walk really slowly in front of my and sort of drift from side to side, making it impossible for me to get around them.
People who walk in front of me then all of the sudden STOP! in the middle of the sidewalk/walkway.
*People who stand in groups in the middle of a hallway, talking. Is it that hard to move to the side?
*Rice Rockets
*People who bring toddlers and children under the age of oh, say 12 to movies like The Ring and Red Dragon. Are you trying to traumatize your child.
*People who talk through movies. This includes video’s at home. No, I don’t want to be engaged in a conversation about the actresses dress *while I’m trying to watch the movie *
My Dad “highly suggesting” (It’s not quite telling me, but it’s persistant “you need rest…we’re getting up early tomorrow…get some sleep…don’t stay up too late…you’ll tire yourself out”) that I go to bed. I know how my body works, and I’m smart enough to know how much sleep I need, when I’m going to get up, etc.
When one of my roommates decides to sing. She doesn’t have a half-bad voice, actually…but she’s a soprano. A very loud soprano. And she sings in Japanese, which I don’t understand.
When I’m overwhelmed with work and someone gives me a test question—why are you giving that med now when you have a phonecall and a doctor waiting? I choose to give the med and talking about it is putting me even farther behind. Wrong, the doctor should be your priority. I don’t yell or throw things, ever. I burst into tears.
