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

I could try to be anti-social, but that wouldn't reflect well on me. I'm too old to act like that and it would just be straight up embarrassing.
Your choice, but it's really not anti-social to not want to involve yourself with people you don't find interesting. Everyone cannot like each other and that's natural and ok. If people got a problem with that, it's their problem and not yours. As that's actually toxic behaviour and it will drive you mad trying to be liked by everyone.
You could easily get out earlier, if you didn't ask them to talk more about themselves. It is self-inflicted discomfort.
People just care too much.

And btw, I don't think you should regret talking about it. Yea, there are assholes here, but not everyone is and a much worse place to talk about it would be on discord or reddit.
 
Your choice, but it's really not anti-social to not want to involve yourself with people you don't find interesting. Everyone cannot like each other and that's natural and ok. If people got a problem with that, it's their problem and not yours. As that's actually toxic behaviour and it will drive you mad trying to be liked by everyone.
You could easily get out earlier, if you didn't ask them to talk more about themselves. It is self-inflicted discomfort.
People just care too much.

And btw, I don't think you should regret talking about it. Yea, there are assholes here, but not everyone is and a much worse place to talk about it would be on discord or reddit.
Good points. It IS self-inflicted, but that's because I'm too hung up on being polite and friendly to people. I'm my own worst enemy. I don't want to be friends with these people. I don't want to know all about them or vice versa. I could care less if they like me or not.

However, I don't want someone to have an excuse to tattle on me to HR and I get in trouble for a stupid reason. It happens all the time these days. I don't want to lose my job because some whiny snowflake is upset that the mean nerdy guy didn't want to make them feel accepted or validated. If I'm more or less forced to socialize with these types of people, then the least they could do is be interesting to talk to. Yet they can't even do that!

I get that work is just work. I totally agree with not revealing everything about yourself to your coworkers and so on. I love my job, but unfortunately the workplace culture is a lot more obnoxious that I had anticipated it to be.

It gives me a lot of anxiety. I just want to be an unassuming mailroom clerk.
 
I don't want someone to have an excuse to tattle on me to HR and I get in trouble for a stupid reason.
Then don't involve yourself with them. Can't tattle on you if you don't interact. If they tattle on you for not talking with them enough, they are the ones that will get in trouble. If you do a good job and never cause problems, it's hard to believe that any would have problems with you that won't backfire on them.

As the old saying goes "Don't feed the trolls".
 
THERE'S A FLY IN MY BATHROOM AND I'M TAKING A FAT SHIT GOD DAMNIT
I HATE FLIES SO FUCKING MUCH, UGLY PIECE OF SHIT PAJEET TIER CREATURES
Gnats are fucking worse. They constantly try to buzz into your food, your drinks, up your nose, or in your mouth, and no matter what you do, you can't get rid of the fucking things!
 
none of these people seem to like anything
I know what you're talking about and it's some weird, uncanny valley shit almost. Unless someone is incapable of talking about anything without it requiring their life story, or as long as it's not tied in with some PL, why in the seven Hells can't someone just talk about watercolor painting or collecting some kind of thing? Unless they only paint porn or collect lewd anime girl merch, I think talking about how they spend their time off (especially when alcohol is involved) is a lot more personal than just casually saying something like "oh yeah, I like to sketch and watercolor the birds I see" or "I collect those old state quarters because I don't see them so often anymore." Or talk about cooking; anyone can find any reason to talk about what they can cook, what they like to cook or what they want to cook. I mean holy fuck, just let on that you're a functioning human.

Those people really do come across as vidya NPCs and they honestly make me suspicious and creep me out. They leave me wondering "How bad do the things they get up to have to be in order for them to keep absolutely all of their interests some kind of secret?" Then I just stop reciprocating conversation with them and try to avoid them altogether. I have zero interest in accidentally trying to get to know any more weirdos who're keeping their shit to themselves because they're a closeted furfag or some other kind of pervert who's only hobbies involve cooming. Trying to avoid repeating that mistake. Maybe some of them really are just NPCs with no human interests, but I can't say I'm very willing to waste my time and breath on that type either.
 
Maybe some of them really are just NPCs with no human interests, but I can't say I'm very willing to waste my time and breath on that type either.
An enormous number of people you encounter every single day are not like you or I. They do not have any interests. At all. They see. They coom. They do nothing else. They have no internal dialogue. They simply exist and interact on the most superficial level with actual humans, like an NPC in a vidya game.

They literally can't understand hypotheticals. "How would you feel if you didn't have lunch yesterday." This baffles them. They are unable even to contemplate something outside of their sad, pale shadow of an existence.

The world we live in is run by "democracy" where these "people" have equal power to choose our "leaders" as we do.

Fear for our future.
 
I feel the older you get, the less tolerance you have of people
When I was young, I always wondered why old people were so grouchy. Now that I'm older, I totally understand why. My level of tolerance these days is minimal. I roll my eyes and scoff a hell of a lot more than I used to. I just can't put up with all this insane bullshit going on in the world today.
 
An enormous number of people you encounter every single day are not like you or I. They do not have any interests. At all. They see. They coom. They do nothing else. They have no internal dialogue. They simply exist and interact on the most superficial level with actual humans, like an NPC in a vidya game.

They literally can't understand hypotheticals. "How would you feel if you didn't have lunch yesterday." This baffles them. They are unable even to contemplate something outside of their sad, pale shadow of an existence.

The world we live in is run by "democracy" where these "people" have equal power to choose our "leaders" as we do.

Fear for our future.
And that is all a choice. Ignorance is in itself a choice: sure someone can be a retard, but there is a difference between being uneducated, and lacking in any form of critical thinking or processing of the world around you. Many people rely on appeals to authority because it is easy to do so, and therefore have their opinions shaped by whoever has managed to implant their specific narrative(s) in that empty little noggin. But it is often daunting to examine your own psyche and assess who is saying what to you, not necessarily just because of the time it takes to unravel each knot in order to eventually reach the Truth, but because you start to become aware of all the little pieces of propaganda and messaging that you tripped over and didn't even realize. You consider the times someone, be it the government, religion, maybe even someone you have loved dearly, has sold you a line that you quickly and without question lapped up without even considering it as a line to lap up; it affected you on a subconscious level. Most people, no matter how stupid, have at least had at one point in their lives where they had to come to terms with being made the dope, or have been felted, and it makes you feel such a fool to the point where most people find it best not to overthink it, if even think about it at all. Make money, buy beer, watch sportsball, play vidya, fuck in some way shape or form, rinse and repeat. Once you get in the groove of it the bad feelings possibly subside and life becomes more bearable. It is a weird contradiction, in some ways I can't stand how ignorant people are, and how they operate in constant generalizations that make it an impossibility to have any meaningful interaction with them, and yet I completely understand the plight of merely trying to exist in a modern hellscape that is barreling a million miles an hours into the future while entangling itself into the opaque forest of the digital ecosystem. That is why I feel it wrong to hate humanity, to hate the people I deal with on a daily basis, even if, for a quick second, I gain a flash of frustration from dealing with them, because they are creatures who react to outward stimuli, same as I, and are making logical reactions in regards to their capabilities.

Thread tax: Being prepared with an umbrella to go out in the rain, only to not pay attention to a puddle in front of you, and still getting soaked.
 
Now German on the other hand.....hahahahaha. Feels like I'm fucking trudging through the about me page on a genderspeical's tumblr page with all the fucking pronouns and shit.
I should feel offended but i'll be damned if "some genderspecial's tumblr page" isn't the most apt way to describe how we handle part of our language. :story:

Minor grievance of the day:
I put screens and nets on all my windows to keep insects out this summer, plus glue traps, but no matter what i do, some flies find their way inside and its driving me mental. Just this minute one landed on my phone, looked at me and rubbed its "hands" like fucking Happy Merchant. I'm contemplating on going full Hitler and buying a can of Raid later on but that shit always stinks up my rooms.
 
I feel the older you get, the less tolerance you have of people.

Somebody asked me who is Joan Crawford. All I could do is ponder at disgust.
Deadass reminds me of me mentioning Picasso and someone deadass asked me who he was. I had to make sure that he was actually serious. He was.
Same place had someone else ask me what a labia was because he thought it was roast beef. Dude was 4 years older than me. I had to do multiple checks just to make sure he was actually serious. He was.

Thread tax and minor grievance: Rush hour. I commute by walking and public transit but for whatever reason, massive traffic just kicks my anxiety in high gear.

Right up there with packed buses/trains. Especially in the busses when it's so packed that you're like turkeys in a barrel and you can't actually hold onto anything because the crowd pushed you deeper and deeper into the bus so you gotta play surfer and hope you don't fall on your ass or fall into someone.
 
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Fully fledged adults who have the storytelling abilities of a 3rd grader just shit me right off. Hearing "...and then this happened, and then this happened, and then this happened..." makes my brain switch right off
One of the things that drives me up the wall with adults is when they start listing off names of people who they know you've never met. It's how children tell stories except children have the excuse of being... children, so it's tolerable. No, I've never met Bob, stop assuming that I know the deep Bob lore. I've never met the guy and we've never even discussed him before.
 
Perhaps this is me just being the zoomiest zoomer, but I really can't stand when people call without checking if you're busy first. There are countless free services to send a quick "you busy?" before requiring me to take myself out of whatever I'm doing just to talk. That goes double when you don't have anything important to say, or something that could have very easily been a text message.

Bonus gripe: when people can't just send what they want in one message, but instead split it over five. Just slow down on that send button, cowboy. "Haha" does not need a seperate message, it's perfectly fine on the end of the previous one.
Man, that one is a big time gear grinder for me, too. I got one person, a relative, who, without fail, calls me every time i send him a text. I started sending voice messages because i thought it might put an end to it, no dice. I simply don't answer the phone now and continue texting or sending voice messages. Nigga, i love you like a brother but not enough to have an hour-long conversation with you every time i text as much as "What's up?" :story:
I honestly blame it on cultural differences.
 
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