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

[CaptainRockall]

The latest 'Dove' ad which claims to be fighting the problems of Social Media.

In this ad, a girl is given a mobile phone at 12, is suffering from eating disorders at 14 and in recovery at 19.

What Dove fails to do is point out that kids don't have to have mobile phones and they don't have to watch weight loss or age inappropriate videos - also, the advert is played almost constantly during ad breaks and starts to become annoying.

I wonder if Dove (owned by Unilever) and Social Media are actually working together to piss enough people off in order that people ignore it and the message gets lost.

There's one way to stop online abuse/issues and that is a blanket ban on Mobiles and Social Media use to Under 16s. Between 14 and 16, IT will be compulsory and part of the teaching will be online safety in addition to understanding Crypto as well, but they won't be granted full access until 16.

We also have to stop BigCorps and Social Media working together to 'groom' kids - loss of trading licences and 25 years in Prison should sort it.

 

[Cats]

When you see a video that sounds like it aligns with your interests, only to have your view experience ruined by the gargantuan faggot who made it being, well, a faggot. I don't want to see your """funny""" skits. I don't want to see your animation. I don't want to see your EPIC in jokes. I don't want to hear your silly voice you put on. I don't want your recommendations for other videos. None of that. I just want whats in the title.

I wish I could like this twice

 

[Starscream's Loyalty]

TF trannies. From the Fandom to official shit. God, I hate them. I especially hate the Pooners. They can't keep their fake cocks in their pants about obsolete ships or *insert character* supports trans rights!

Aiden, Prime is fictional and I'm pretty sure Peter Cullen has no knowledge of you or your fetishes. Stop using characters and old VAs ro justify for pathetic existence and go consoom in peace. Preferably in Minecraft.

And another oddly specific thing; niggers/LBGT in Equestrian sports. No, Keisha, blacks can ride horses and own them, they just have to have money and the knowledge. Two things most niggers don't have. Nobody's stopping you from this, only yourself. So either put your nose to the grind or stfu and let other horse people ride in peace.

 

[Shidoen]

Man I’ve had one hell of a situation. I had to install a car battery for this guy, beemer since it’s a bunch of bullshit, and this crackfiend fucker puts his hands in my pocket. With everything that happened today and then some, I was so fucking FURIOUS I was just about to grab him by his turkey neck and then just start slamming the car hood on him. Even the cracker was saying “Ayo, CHILL CHILL”. All I yelled out was “LEAVE!” and he started running for the hills. I finished up with the battery and took a breather by shoving water into my face through the bathroom sink. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was just candy apple red from rage and then I fell down to my knees and sat down on the floor for about two minutes. So yeah today sucked and I was ready to kill someone again. I’m haven’t felt that much anger in so long but it felt kind of nice to be honest.

 

[Abradolfus_Linclerson]

The fuck is it with women and not getting the fuck out of the way in hallways or on sidewalks--anywhere space is a premium and people are traveling in opposing directions at the same time? Why are you so goddamn allergic to moving your ass over, or taking a step back and tucking in behind your bestie that you're busy nattering with for like five whole steps, when the person opposite you is pushing/pulling/carrying some amount of cargo? Why do I always have to hug the wall like an agoraphobic sped, or step into the street, so you can blithely continue monopolizing this space that is clearly meant to allow people to pass one another in opposite directions? Why the fuck do you never fucking move?

 

[AnOminous]

So yeah today sucked and I was ready to kill someone again. I’m haven’t felt that much anger in so long but it felt kind of nice to be honest.

Lol calm down.

But for real the last time I felt that insane I quit that job.

 

[Shidoen]

Lol calm down.

But for real the last time I felt that insane I quit that job.

This wasn’t even a job, this was just me helping someone in my free time and some crystal honkie putting his hands in my pocket doesn’t really lighten up the mood on a hot ass day. I should’ve been calmer, I agree, but today just sucked plain and simple

 

[beautiful person]

Too many things to list.

 

[Meat Target]

The fuck is it with women and not getting the fuck out of the way in hallways or on sidewalks--anywhere space is a premium and people are traveling in opposing directions at the same time? Why are you so goddamn allergic to moving your ass over, or taking a step back and tucking in behind your bestie that you're busy nattering with for like five whole steps, when the person opposite you is pushing/pulling/carrying some amount of cargo? Why do I always have to hug the wall like an agoraphobic sped, or step into the street, so you can blithely continue monopolizing this space that is clearly meant to allow people to pass one another in opposite directions? Why the fuck do you never fucking move?

This is everybody to me. 99% of people I interact with on any given day are mobile traffic cones with too many chromosomes.

I am convinced that every motherfucker in town, every single hour of every single day, is intentionally trying to hinder me and get in my fucking way.

Is it really just us? Are we insane? Is it some kind of social anxiety thing?

Dovetailing with that: how much of the finite time I've been given on this mortal coil has been wasted "being patient"? Not only is that time always dwindling, it is constantly dwindling at an exponentially-faster rate. Time seems to go faster as you get older.

So yeah. Bullshit like red lights and waiting in line fill me with existential horror about my own mortality.

 

[Local Fed]

But for real the last time I felt that insane I quit that job.

Thank you for your service.

 

[AnOminous]

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Thank you for your service.

That really wasn't a job. You know, you get paid at jobs. Doing it for free is not a job, ever, under any circumstances.

 

[internet friend]

The fuck is it with women and not getting the fuck out of the way in hallways or on sidewalks--anywhere space is a premium and people are traveling in opposing directions at the same time? Why are you so goddamn allergic to moving your ass over, or taking a step back and tucking in behind your bestie that you're busy nattering with for like five whole steps, when the person opposite you is pushing/pulling/carrying some amount of cargo? Why do I always have to hug the wall like an agoraphobic sped, or step into the street, so you can blithely continue monopolizing this space that is clearly meant to allow people to pass one another in opposite directions? Why the fuck do you never fucking move?

In a somewhat similar vein: in instances where myself and a stranger are walking along the same path head on and one of us has to move, I have taken to just completely stopping to let people pass. It is amazing and mind boggling to see the amount of people dance left and right trying to figure out which way to pass when I'm STANDING COMPLETELY STILL!

 

[Nonconsentual Pronouns]

The fuck is it with women and not getting the fuck out of the way in hallways or on sidewalks--anywhere space is a premium and people are traveling in opposing directions at the same time? Why are you so goddamn allergic to moving your ass over, or taking a step back and tucking in behind your bestie that you're busy nattering with for like five whole steps, when the person opposite you is pushing/pulling/carrying some amount of cargo? Why do I always have to hug the wall like an agoraphobic sped, or step into the street, so you can blithely continue monopolizing this space that is clearly meant to allow people to pass one another in opposite directions? Why the fuck do you never fucking move?

IME, the only chicks who do that shit are nigresses, wigresses and THOTs with the occasional Karen or scootypuff deathfat sprinkled in. Other than those, it's dudes doing that shit. Myself and a lot of other chicks grew up being extremely self conscious of the space we take up and of randos potentially coming into physical contact with us.

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The fire ants in my garden and my yard have gotten on my last nerve, and no amount of their venom nor stingers will save them from the shitstorm headed their way. IDGAF how many bottles of rubbing alcohol or hours standing by with the hose it takes, chased with huge pots of boiling water, those cunts are going to taste their own medicine until total ant death is achieved. All of this could have been avoided had they simply not initiated and continued their aggressions rather than simply live alongside us.

 

[Meat Target]

IME, the only chicks who do that shit are nigresses, wigresses and THOTs with the occasional Karen or scootypuff deathfat sprinkled in.

You forgot old geezers.

But that's just me, since the mere existence of boomers drives me berserk.

 

[Shidoen]

IME, the only chicks who do that shit are nigresses, wigresses and THOTs with the occasional Karen or scootypuff deathfat sprinkled in. Other than those, it's dudes doing that shit. Myself and a lot of other chicks grew up being extremely self conscious of the space we take up and of randos potentially coming into physical contact with us.

thread tax:
The fire ants in my garden and my yard have gotten on my last nerve, and no amount of their venom nor stingers will save them from the shitstorm headed their way. IDGAF how many bottles of rubbing alcohol or hours standing by with the hose it takes, chased with huge pots of boiling water, those cunts are going to taste their own medicine until total ant death is achieved. All of this could have been avoided had they simply not initiated and continued their aggressions rather than simply live alongside us.

Go with the final solution:

 

[Nonconsentual Pronouns]

Go with the final solution:

So many hippie retards crying about the "cruelty". Bitch, these things literally torture and disfigure baby animals to death for no reason. They will murder your own toddler or permanently blind your dog with zero provocation if they're quicker than you or your kid/dog. Providing a mold for that piece of artwork is the most productive thing those little terrors ever did for the world, and the price in ant ashes was not high enough.

Total ant death.

 

[AnOminous]

Go with the final solution:

Jihad on fire ants. These vile insects must be exterminated.

 

[Niggerphobe]

TF trannies. From the Fandom to official shit. God, I hate them. I especially hate the Pooners. They can't keep their fake cocks in their pants about obsolete ships or *insert character* supports trans rights!

The consequences of catering to the tumblr crowd

 

[Friendly Primarina]

There's one way to stop online abuse/issues and that is a blanket ban on Mobiles and Social Media use to Under 16s. Between 14 and 16, IT will be compulsory and part of the teaching will be online safety in addition to understanding Crypto as well, but they won't be granted full access until 16.

"There's a social problem! Daddy Government, help me!!"
Tell me you are British without telling me you are British.

This is everybody to me. 99% of people I interact with on any given day are mobile traffic cones with too many chromosomes.

I am convinced that every motherfucker in town, every single hour of every single day, is intentionally trying to hinder me and get in my fucking way.

Is it really just us? Are we insane? Is it some kind of social anxiety thing?

Dovetailing with that: how much of the finite time I've been given on this mortal coil has been wasted "being patient"? Not only is that time always dwindling, it is constantly dwindling at an exponentially-faster rate. Time seems to go faster as you get older.

So yeah. Bullshit like red lights and waiting in line fill me with existential horror about my own mortality.

I live in a tourist-y area and I feel this so hard. I know my town relies on you shitting up the place but goddamn it FUCKING MOVE!!! Totally calling them "mobile traffic cones" from now on, though.

 

[Lady Bizness]

Semi fancy restaurants that take forever to hand you the bill. Fuckers won't leave you alone while you're eating but the moment your plate is clean your waiter is nowhere to be found for ages. I think I'm over eating out. My husband's a good enough chef and I enjoy the creative cocktails I make.

It wasn't even busy.