You Know What Grinds My Gears? - Things that personally piss you off

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I mean, I get why you might admire a celebrity if they've been through some shit and turned it around (Danny Trejo), or if they manage to appear kind and humble despite being insanely rich (Keanu Reeves).

Do I think they'd be my buddy if we met randomly at some point? Of course not. I'm not interesting or connected enough to make myself a fixture in their lives. But that's true for the people who don't have particularly admirable qualities, either.

Thread: I've been sad a lot lately, and I'm getting help. But, sometimes I get overwhelmed and upset, and it can't wait until I get home. The ones that annoy me most are the people who know exactly what my problem is and decide they're going to cheer me up despite the fact that they don't know what my problem is because they didn't ask. I thank them politely for the help, but it's like, I know you don't care enough to ask, but stop being the Main Fucking Character who obviously knows how to save the day. You didn't even try.
Absolutely nothing wrong at all with seeing valuable characteristics in the lives and actions of individuals we will never meet. At all. The issue is the genuine cult like worship of individuals who are just.... not worth it. I genuinely cannot fathom how shallow a life has to be to want a celebrity to comment on your TikTok, for instance.

Genuinely glad to hear you are getting some help. If you aren't already, please spend some time out in nature and working out. Both will be hugely beneficial. In my new job I get to work outdoors and it has been a game changer frankly, rain or sun (it's Wales, it's only rain). Having something physical to do helps a lot.
 
Genuinely glad to hear you are getting some help. If you aren't already, please spend some time out in nature and working out. Both will be hugely beneficial.
Thanks. I've never been one for planning to self-delete. I've probably put more time and energy into longevity than any three people you know. I joke that I stay alive out of spite (my brother dies first so I can spit on his grave; he's dying slowly of the family curse - diabetes, and that brings me more joy than it ought to).

I work out damn near every day; I go to jiu jitsu, lift and run. The people there are really nice to me, which is really the opposite of a lot of martial arts experiences I've had in my younger years. The problem is...

I'm afraid I'm using it as a substitute for lack of companionship. I complain about it a lot, yes, but when three of my male friends all have wives with serious illnesses and my brush with the family curse last year, it's like, I'm really fucking scared of dealing with it alone if it ever came to that.

Also, I was skiing for the winter and looking forward to mountain biking when it gets a little warmer. I get outside a lot, so no shortage of that really. It's just been a really rough year.
 
When I'm driving, and I clearly have the right of way, and some dipshit waves at me to turn as if they're doing me a favor, as if they're so graciously allowing me to do what I was already going to do. I don't need your permission, you douche. I got to the intersection like ten car lengths ahead of you. I'm waiting for you to come to a complete stop before I proceed because I see a hundred rubber ducks on your dashboard, so I assume you're the product of six generations of fetal alcohol syndrome, and I don't trust you not to blow through the stop sign and kill me.
 
Genuinely fucking DETEST people who think celebrities are "relatable". In what sense? That we both exist within the same material realm? The life of the standard wage shiller is so detached from that of the celeb you glorify it is insane. Genuinely have met people who spend their entire paycheck to go to a "circus and bread" show and scream because "SHE TOUCHED MY HAND!!"

Whilst I do understand the appeal of aspirational people, WHY are they glorifying female rappers who write dull tunes about their fucking vaginas instead of someone who has actually achieved something. Boggles the mind.
You're telling me major hollywoodland and former heartthrob Ryan Gosling isn't literally me?
Thread: I've been sad a lot lately, and I'm getting help. But, sometimes I get overwhelmed and upset, and it can't wait until I get home. The ones that annoy me most are the people who know exactly what my problem is and decide they're going to cheer me up despite the fact that they don't know what my problem is because they didn't ask. I thank them politely for the help, but it's like, I know you don't care enough to ask, but stop being the Main Fucking Character who obviously knows how to save the day. You didn't even try.
I feel this constant push to "always check up on your friends" has hindered help to some people. One sometimes just needs some space alone to feel a bit better, however the one who is trying to help ends up being overbearing and only pushes the mentally sick further away.
 
Thanks. I've never been one for planning to self-delete. I've probably put more time and energy into longevity than any three people you know. I joke that I stay alive out of spite (my brother dies first so I can spit on his grave; he's dying slowly of the family curse - diabetes, and that brings me more joy than it ought to).

I work out damn near every day; I go to jiu jitsu, lift and run. The people there are really nice to me, which is really the opposite of a lot of martial arts experiences I've had in my younger years. The problem is...

I'm afraid I'm using it as a substitute for lack of companionship. I complain about it a lot, yes, but when three of my male friends all have wives with serious illnesses and my brush with the family curse last year, it's like, I'm really fucking scared of dealing with it alone if it ever came to that.

Also, I was skiing for the winter and looking forward to mountain biking when it gets a little warmer. I get outside a lot, so no shortage of that really. It's just been a really rough year.
Year isn't over yet, buddy. Plenty to be achieved and done.

Ironically, this has been the most impactful year of my life. This time last year I was literally in prison lmao, so far to say it cannot be much worse than that (well, being in India would be). Currently sat in my own house with my pets and eating my own home cooked meal. Fair to say a LOT can change in a year.

Companionship is something that comes and goes. As a society I think we put FAR too much emphasis on the relationships that matter less (who you are banging) and not enough on those who support us at the lowest. Only way to work out who they are is to GO that low.

Glad to hear your working out has been a fantastic outlet for you. I think it keeps the mind going more than most of us are willing to admit.
 
I feel this constant push to "always check up on your friends" has hindered help to some people.
Well, there's the checkup and then there's just the idea that maybe you should just say hi and plant the seed that you care, if you're not that invested in their personal drama. Normalize being normal.

I get that my friends are not interested in hearing about my problems anymore. I've been too down for too long. I don't really want to talk about them anymore anyway. But have a normal conversation with me if you're not at least going to ask, and I'll let you know if I'm not up for it right now. There's a happy medium in all of it. It's just most people don't know what that is.
 
People that put le slurs on-par with something genuinely horrendous like pedophilia or grooming. I've encountered this numerous times with people exposing others online (TW // NIGGER).

I shouldn't have to explain how saying "NIGGER" is not on the same level as having the desire to fuck children or groom them into chemically castrating themselves via HRT, you fucking cretins. Absolute True & Honest™ retardation.
 
When audiences are blamed for a movie's failure at the box office. This is happening right now with The Bride! and it's as retarded as ever. Maggie, sweetheart-your film didn't have to cost $90 million (excluding marketing and distribution, of course) and even Christian Bale's salary doesn't figure much into that. You bludgeoned the viewers with a "message" instead of focusing on simply delivering a decent flick and as a result, they told their friends and relatives not to bother. Negative word-of-mouth can destroy a movie's chances much more effectively than critics.
 
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Genuinely fucking DETEST people who think celebrities are "relatable". In what sense? That we both exist within the same material realm? The life of the standard wage shiller is so detached from that of the celeb you glorify it is insane. Genuinely have met people who spend their entire paycheck to go to a "circus and bread" show and scream because "SHE TOUCHED MY HAND!!"

Whilst I do understand the appeal of aspirational people, WHY are they glorifying female rappers who write dull tunes about their fucking vaginas instead of someone who has actually achieved something. Boggles the mind.
In elementary school we had to write a paper on our "idol". Honestly I was probably obnoxiously smug about announcing that I had no idol because I'm my own person and I didn't know of any famous person that I'd want to be like. Eventually my teacher wore me down and I wrote about Paula Abdul lol it still cracks me up.
I do not get celebrity worship. There are people in certain fields that do have my respect but even then I can't find it in myself to worship anyone. I just don't have it in me and I can't relate to people who do.
 
"Bait-y" titles. Not just "clickbait" online like with "video essays", but even older media like books too. All the same: wandering around without ever getting to the point.

Like a book about "charting the future", which goes "Can we predict the future?", talking about lunatics and frauds pretending to have magical powers to read the future with woo like "astrology" or "palm reading", and a section with speculation on the science of time travel. No actual predictions are ever laid out, even if just fake predictions.

And there was also that time I got duped into watching an "AI slop" "video essay", lured in by the thumbnail.

>see video thumbnail
>supposedly on a Japanese way to get a kid to behave in 5 seconds (without rage or violence)
>vid is almost 15 minutes long
>almost 15 minutes long for an allegedly 5-second trick
>video uses a bunch of generative art for visuals
>probably LLM narration
>vid talks about the differences between the West and Japan
>and also psychology and neuroscience
>start getting impatient
>make the video play 2x faster
>still doesn't get to the point
>skip ahead and see if it gets to the point
>point not found
 
The worst is when they want you to have an opinion, and, should you not either want to give your opinion or simply not have an opinion on the matter, they get upset at you. This happened to me both online and when I was working retail.
Seems like you've had personal experiences with these types. Would you like to spill the details and tell us more?
 
I'm becoming more irritated the more times I hear people say "I know this is going to get some people arguing with me" or "I expect downvotes" before they say an otherwise lukewarm opinion anyone could take it or leave on.

Just shut the fuck up and say whatever you're going to say. There will be nothing you'll say that will make everyone universally idolize you for saying it. Fucking people live and die by the social karma systems anymore.
 
When a coworker takes sick leave and lets us know by saying anything other than “hey, I’m not feeling well, I’ll be out today.”

I don’t need to hear the details about how your stomach feels or how much you’ve been vomiting this morning or what your doctor said at your last visit. They’re your allocated sick days and it’s not my business.
 
Right alongside the entire world's supply of pajeets that I'd line up for my shower facilities that, for some reason don't have water coming out of the taps, I'd include idiots that don't have their manner of payment ready by the time they reach the cashier.

Bitch, your slop coffee and breakfast costs the same every single day. And yet every day everyone in the 20 deep line has to wait for dumbfucks to paw through their change purse or wallet, or find the pay application on their phone, or dig out their debt/meal card, to pay for it. You couldn't do that while you were waiting in line? No worries friend, I'll wait two minutes for you to sort it out.

I don’t need to hear the details about how your stomach feels or how much you’ve been vomiting this morning or what your doctor said at your last visit. They’re your allocated sick days and it’s not my business.
I'm management scum so I get the leave requests. One time an employee asked for some time off to take her teenage son to the doctor because his penis was infected. All I could do was stare at her in response.
 
Ford vs. Chevy retards. I'm looking for real information on my truck and possible issues with it, and all I get are retarded inbred hillbillies who jerk themselves raw to their preferred brand of overpriced and oversized pickup truck.

Anyone who still does that "FORD MEENZ FOUND ON ROAD DEAD!" shit should themselves be "found on road dead", and the tards on both sides should be forced to only drive the most busted Soviet-vintage Lada so they can see what a real piece of shit looks like.
 
tweakers will take shit that isn't even actually worth anything
leave tweaker traps then

for example: make a tiny batch of TATP (no more than 1 gram), place it in a tiny plastic bag, and hide it in a small object you leave on the porch

the tweaker picks it up, and TATP, being a contact and friction sensitive explosive, will blow up in the bastard's hand

now this one tweaker won't ever steal ur shit ever again, ideally he'd tell his buddies about it
 
Seems like you've had personal experiences with these types. Would you like to spill the details and tell us more?
To be as vague as possible as to not PL, there's been several customers who have come in talking about whatever flavor of the week political gossip was going on, and would want everyone else to share theirs. I'm working midshift-close for 9 bucks an hour at the time, so I don't feel obligated to share my opinions.

Tax: people who will just vent to you as their excuse to not being productive. It's one thing to be done with your work and you don't have much to do, that's fine. But when you're setting up a station for lunch and complain about everyone to everyone around you every five minutes, it gets to be a bit much.
 
To be as vague as possible as to not PL, there's been several customers who have come in talking about whatever flavor of the week political gossip was going on, and would want everyone else to share theirs. I'm working midshift-close for 9 bucks an hour at the time, so I don't feel obligated to share my opinions.

Tax: people who will just vent to you as their excuse to not being productive. It's one thing to be done with your work and you don't have much to do, that's fine. But when you're setting up a station for lunch and complain about everyone to everyone around you every five minutes, it gets to be a bit much.
As someone who does evening shifts at my workplace, I heartily feel sorry for you having to put up with that at such awkward times of the day.
 
leave tweaker traps then

for example: make a tiny batch of TATP (no more than 1 gram), place it in a tiny plastic bag, and hide it in a small object you leave on the porch

the tweaker picks it up, and TATP, being a contact and friction sensitive explosive, will blow up in the bastard's hand

now this one tweaker won't ever steal ur shit ever again, ideally he'd tell his buddies about it
Honestly, if I ever had a problem with "porch pirates" [niggers or tweakers that steal your fucking Amazon packages from your front door] I would keep an old box around and fill it with all sorts of garbage, dog turds, snotty Kleenex, clean out the refrigerator/freezer and throw old leftovers and freezer-burnt meat in there, seal it up and make it look new and just leave that out there. Let them get it home and open it and the smell would probably knock a buzzard off a shitwagon, and it'd hang around for quite a while.

Either that or one of those fucking glitter bombs. Thankfully I haven't had this issue yet - I think it's because the local tweakers are afraid of me. Some years ago one of them was at my door looking for someone who was decidedly not here and they didn't want to take no for an answer, so I racked my shotgun as a suggestion for them to depart. Guy did and I guess he spread the word that I'm not to be trifled with or something.
 
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