I panic in the moment and flip the switch one way then the other and then forget which way was which and desperately try to guess in the milliseconds I have left.
I find ethical problems in general pretty infuriating. We run into them a lot in nursing school and it's always that sense of futility as you're forced to choose between two or more bad options. Pisses me off.
But what really makes me mad is when someone tries to corner me with stuff like the trolley problem, where the choices are impossible.
I get mad at people that don't have good hallway etiquette.
Like, this hallway is just barely big enough for 2 people to walk past each other, but I see 2 people coming towards me...
Now, any civilized person would slow down to get behind the person they're walking beside until you pass the person in the opposing direction, then resume side by side formation.
But NOOoOoOOoOooooOo... they just keep walking side by side and I turn myself sideways or press myself against the wall because I don't want to bump into them... and it makes me feel weak. Like I lost.
I just WANT to stand there, plant my feet on the floor and let them bump into me... but I never do, because I don't want that kind of direct confrontation.
And my own hallway impotence angers me even more, and the cycle starts again.
Anyone else just get irrationally mad if something bonks you on the head
or worse, you bonked your own head on something
for the tiniest split second I just wanna yell FUCK FUCK THIS FUCK YOU FUCK and hit someone
We bought a house. The kitchen, dining room, and lounge room have these ugly old hanging lights in them that are about 5'11" off the ground. I am 6'1".
My partner likes the lights, so we are keeping the lights.
I'm upset my father, a university educated, union supporting, nearly non bigoted (he's a boomer, so he's slightly behind, but he's pretty good) and has a daughter and granddaughter is openly supporting Trump.
Sure, we're Canadian and can't vote, but it makes me so mad. Does he hate Clinton that much?
Sometimes I find myself on just on the verge of being super pissed off, but I never know what the catalyst will be.
It's usually something stupid.
And then it just builds and builds.
Like... I'll go to make a sandwich - just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich - and I'll open the pantry and I can't find the peanut butter.
And I'll be like "...why?"
WHY can't I find the peanut butter? All I want is a fucking sandwich. Why can't this be easy? Did somebody hide the peanut butter? No, nobody hid the fucking peanut butter. So why the fuck isn't it in plain view?
It's because there's so much shit in this pantry. Why is there so much goddamn shit in this pantry? Why the fuck do we have 3 jars of olives? Nobody fucking eats olives. I've never seen ANYONE in this fucking household eating an olive. Not fucking once. Just because it's a buy-one-get-one sale doesn't mean you have to buy two. Even if you did, that doesn't explain why there's THREE.
And I know for a FACT that this can of ravioli has been in here since last fucking year. Does no one throw anything away? Why the fuck are people buying shit they won't eat!?
But GOD fucking help me if I throw anything away. I guess we're keeping stockpiles of every food known to man just in case every fucking supermarket in the world shuts down.
What the hell even is hot-pepper jelly spread? What the fuck? Jesus Christ.
And then I usually have to go be by myself for a while.
Ok, I'm late but had to respond to this. Hot-pepper jelly spread is spicy jelly. It's become a thing lately, sweet and spicy that you can add to sandwiches or whatever, and it is an excellent addition to the kitchen.
I literally just realized i had a dream last night about being stuck behind slow walkers and getting angry about it
Not to piss you off, but one of my favorite pranks is to hurry out of a meeting room, but the first one to the door, and then just slow to a snail's pace and just listen to the groans behind me.
I used to think I wasn't a jerk. The only thing that saves me is that people, for some reason, always ask if I'm doing it on purpose, and I always say yes and give them a grin.
We're in class and the teacher told us we can all go home after everyone presents their websites...and this motherfucker is playing an entire goddamn video about cars from his website and I DONT FUCKING CARE ITS FRIDAY NIGHT I WANT TO GO HOME
Mrs Rhesus reminded me of another thing that makes me irrationally angry: psychics in one-off episodes of mystery or crime shows that have real abilities, when the show doesn't have paranormal activity as a pre-existing feature of the universe.
Suddenly the characters either lose all critical thinking skills and are proved right in the end, validating gullibility, or stay logical and be treated as some kind of backwards simpleton for not considering all possibilities without any proof (until the last ten minutes of the episode when the 'proof' becomes incontrovertible).
The Murdoch Mysteries is the prime culprit I'm thinking of right now, but I think it also happened in Due South.
I had a guy at work today hold out his hand for a bag of Monterrey Jack cheese that I was tying off and placing into a storage lexan while there were nineteen other bags right in front of him.
All he had to do was take one step forward and grab one.
But no, he needed the one in my hand.
"Mike, I need."
I held up one finger to my ear and said, "Que?"
"Mike, I need."
I leaned in with the finger to my ear again and repeated, "QUE?"
"I need one."
"How about ... por favor? Huh? How about asking politely?!?
Then he grabbed a bag out of the lexan and turned on his heel.
I had to keep reminding myself for several minutes that I am too pretty for general population, so I would have to do something truly awful to get sent to solitary confinement, ... and then I continued to remind myself that my baby brother and my god-daughter are two incredibly strong young people who deal with serious issues daily, and I can do neither of them any good confined in a Hannibal Lecter-style cell for the rest of my life.
On the flip side, I will crawl a country-mile with my goddamned chin and nothing else for a 'please' or 'thank you' if it's part of your regular vernacular.
Permission and simple gratitude show me that you feel like I am a fellow human being, that I somehow have value in the world, no matter how shitty my circumstances are.
....
I spend a lot of time isolated in my current kitchen; if I had known I would go into the service industry in 6th grade, I would have started studying with Spanish early and rounded myself out.
But I'm not prescient, I don't have clairvoyant powers and if I did, then certainly would be in a different position in life. 'It's not my fault, but it is my problem,' is a phrase that applies to about ninety-nine percent of my fucked-up life.
But I don't get a chance to engage with people in my current gig very much, so when I do, it's very important that manners and courtesy are part of my repertoire. I spend a few minutes every evening trying to learn new phrases in Spanish to convey sincere permission and gratitude. I'm getting better, my vocabulary is expanding, but I'd do a whole lot better with an actual course with an actual teacher.
And that shit today. REALLY. FUCKING. PISSED. ME. OFF.
I literally just realized i had a dream last night about being stuck behind slow walkers and getting angry about it
Not to piss you off, but one of my favorite pranks is to hurry out of a meeting room, but the first one to the door, and then just slow to a snail's pace and just listen to the groans behind me.
I used to think I wasn't a jerk. The only thing that saves me is that people, for some reason, always ask if I'm doing it on purpose, and I always say yes and give them a grin.
I was strolling when a disgruntled voice came from behind me in chinese
"You walk like a deadman!"
I look to my side as this middled age man with a limp and cane overtook me
I rarely get like, proper fuming mad, but what sets me on edge is when the older students at the elementary school I am working at set a horrible example for the first graders I am working with and their supervisors/teachers do nothing.
Like, I'm working really hard on getting my first graders to have an orderly line coming to and from class and then you get a bunch of jack ass fifth graders practically running down the hall bowling my students over while their teacher just sits then like "welp situation is out of hands" and then they give me the sinkeye when I make their student turn around, walk back to one of my first graders, and apologize to them for smacking into them in the hall.
Or when I was walking to the auditorium today and walked by two older kids and overheard one saying "They don't want some retard for president" teacher sits there doing nothing while I'm the one who does a 180 on his heels, marches right up to the kid and gives him a talk about using that kind of language.
It's that combination of being a bad peer and adult laziness/indifference that just drives me up the wall.
We're in class and the teacher told us we can all go home after everyone presents their websites...and this motherfucker is playing an entire goddamn video about cars from his website and I DONT FUCKING CARE ITS FRIDAY NIGHT I WANT TO GO HOME
People who dont stick to time limits infuriate me, even worse are professors who let it go on. I had one presentation go for 40 fucking minutes, they were meant to be 10. I was staring daggers at the tutor
I find the lacklustre public transit in this town fucking infuriating.
As someone legally and medically unable to drive, I'm reliant on public transit to get everywhere, and in this city it's fucking trash.
Bad public transit pisses me off too.
Not having a car for years was awful, if I wanted to get anywhere independently I'd have to walk several miles between 2 bus routes (one going downtown, one leading to where I wanted to go. Taxis here are not super practical either because of the expense of a ride all the way across the county for one fucking thing. It really hurts the less well off citizens of town too, how can you get to a job reliably on such a terrible system? It's almost easier to ride a bike or walk, except the city is built entirely for motor vehicles, many stretches of road don't even have sidewalks or convenient crosswalks and forget about bike lanes in most places, so really you'd be taking your life into your own hands cycling.
We're in class and the teacher told us we can all go home after everyone presents their websites...and this motherfucker is playing an entire goddamn video about cars from his website and I DONT FUCKING CARE ITS FRIDAY NIGHT I WANT TO GO HOME
People who dont stick to time limits infuriate me, even worse are professors who let it go on. I had one presentation go for 40 fucking minutes, they were meant to be 10. I was staring daggers at the tutor
I'm finally home now, but the fucking teacher did it too. She said "Just indulge me for five more minutes..." then went on to show us websites that other classes created and started playing their embedded videos and I'm barely containing an outburst of WE ALL HAVE YOUTUBE AT HOME THIS SUCKS.
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or worse, you bonked your own head on something
for the tiniest split second I just wanna yell FUCK FUCK THIS FUCK YOU FUCK and hit someone
when I hit my own head on shit yeah
I feel like the biggest doof in the world and I get irrationally angry about it
fuck cupboard doors man
Now my right shin has a lump the size of a half dollar and a skab to match
Bump my knee and I'll briefly contemplate driving my car through a wall.
Bump my nose and I will raze and salt the earth.
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Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
Actually I wacked my head on a cupboard corner like, fifteen minutes ago. It hurt!
I'm surprised I haven't gotten fired yet from all the shit I've thrown and broken
It's that misophonia thing. Drives me berserk.
Your terrible puns make me so angry
-Indiana Solo, runner of blades
But what really makes me mad is when someone tries to corner me with stuff like the trolley problem, where the choices are impossible.
I work in fixed line (specialising in MPLS networks for businesses).
We are the little brother of the mobile/cell phone side.
If they do badly, it affects my pay rise/bonus even though I have nothing to do with that side of the business.
That really fucks me off
Never search ASMR eating videos on youtube. They'll need to call SWAT on you.
STEAM
Like, this hallway is just barely big enough for 2 people to walk past each other, but I see 2 people coming towards me...
Now, any civilized person would slow down to get behind the person they're walking beside until you pass the person in the opposing direction, then resume side by side formation.
But NOOoOoOOoOooooOo... they just keep walking side by side and I turn myself sideways or press myself against the wall because I don't want to bump into them... and it makes me feel weak. Like I lost.
I just WANT to stand there, plant my feet on the floor and let them bump into me... but I never do, because I don't want that kind of direct confrontation.
And my own hallway impotence angers me even more, and the cycle starts again.
They used to go *ding*. They had a real little bell in them, and they dinged! Just once. Not BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP for 10 straight seconds.
We bought a house. The kitchen, dining room, and lounge room have these ugly old hanging lights in them that are about 5'11" off the ground. I am 6'1".
My partner likes the lights, so we are keeping the lights.
That reminds me of the time I took the ferry to Shelbyville. I tied an onion to my belt, as was the fashion at the time...
Sure, we're Canadian and can't vote, but it makes me so mad. Does he hate Clinton that much?
WoW
Dear Satan.....
Ok, I'm late but had to respond to this. Hot-pepper jelly spread is spicy jelly. It's become a thing lately, sweet and spicy that you can add to sandwiches or whatever, and it is an excellent addition to the kitchen.
Seriously, try some. Yum!
Not to piss you off, but one of my favorite pranks is to hurry out of a meeting room, but the first one to the door, and then just slow to a snail's pace and just listen to the groans behind me.
I used to think I wasn't a jerk. The only thing that saves me is that people, for some reason, always ask if I'm doing it on purpose, and I always say yes and give them a grin.
Suddenly the characters either lose all critical thinking skills and are proved right in the end, validating gullibility, or stay logical and be treated as some kind of backwards simpleton for not considering all possibilities without any proof (until the last ten minutes of the episode when the 'proof' becomes incontrovertible).
The Murdoch Mysteries is the prime culprit I'm thinking of right now, but I think it also happened in Due South.
I had a guy at work today hold out his hand for a bag of Monterrey Jack cheese that I was tying off and placing into a storage lexan while there were nineteen other bags right in front of him.
All he had to do was take one step forward and grab one.
But no, he needed the one in my hand.
"Mike, I need."
I held up one finger to my ear and said, "Que?"
"Mike, I need."
I leaned in with the finger to my ear again and repeated, "QUE?"
"I need one."
"How about ... por favor? Huh? How about asking politely?!?
Then he grabbed a bag out of the lexan and turned on his heel.
I had to keep reminding myself for several minutes that I am too pretty for general population, so I would have to do something truly awful to get sent to solitary confinement, ... and then I continued to remind myself that my baby brother and my god-daughter are two incredibly strong young people who deal with serious issues daily, and I can do neither of them any good confined in a Hannibal Lecter-style cell for the rest of my life.
On the flip side, I will crawl a country-mile with my goddamned chin and nothing else for a 'please' or 'thank you' if it's part of your regular vernacular.
Permission and simple gratitude show me that you feel like I am a fellow human being, that I somehow have value in the world, no matter how shitty my circumstances are.
....
I spend a lot of time isolated in my current kitchen; if I had known I would go into the service industry in 6th grade, I would have started studying with Spanish early and rounded myself out.
But I'm not prescient, I don't have clairvoyant powers and if I did, then certainly would be in a different position in life. 'It's not my fault, but it is my problem,' is a phrase that applies to about ninety-nine percent of my fucked-up life.
But I don't get a chance to engage with people in my current gig very much, so when I do, it's very important that manners and courtesy are part of my repertoire. I spend a few minutes every evening trying to learn new phrases in Spanish to convey sincere permission and gratitude. I'm getting better, my vocabulary is expanding, but I'd do a whole lot better with an actual course with an actual teacher.
And that shit today. REALLY. FUCKING. PISSED. ME. OFF.
I was strolling when a disgruntled voice came from behind me in chinese
"You walk like a deadman!"
I look to my side as this middled age man with a limp and cane overtook me
This will be here until I receive an apology or Weedlordvegeta get any consequences for being a bully
Like, I'm working really hard on getting my first graders to have an orderly line coming to and from class and then you get a bunch of jack ass fifth graders practically running down the hall bowling my students over while their teacher just sits then like "welp situation is out of hands" and then they give me the sinkeye when I make their student turn around, walk back to one of my first graders, and apologize to them for smacking into them in the hall.
Or when I was walking to the auditorium today and walked by two older kids and overheard one saying "They don't want some retard for president" teacher sits there doing nothing while I'm the one who does a 180 on his heels, marches right up to the kid and gives him a talk about using that kind of language.
It's that combination of being a bad peer and adult laziness/indifference that just drives me up the wall.
As someone legally and medically unable to drive, I'm reliant on public transit to get everywhere, and in this city it's fucking trash.
People who dont stick to time limits infuriate me, even worse are professors who let it go on. I had one presentation go for 40 fucking minutes, they were meant to be 10. I was staring daggers at the tutor
Bad public transit pisses me off too.
Not having a car for years was awful, if I wanted to get anywhere independently I'd have to walk several miles between 2 bus routes (one going downtown, one leading to where I wanted to go. Taxis here are not super practical either because of the expense of a ride all the way across the county for one fucking thing. It really hurts the less well off citizens of town too, how can you get to a job reliably on such a terrible system? It's almost easier to ride a bike or walk, except the city is built entirely for motor vehicles, many stretches of road don't even have sidewalks or convenient crosswalks and forget about bike lanes in most places, so really you'd be taking your life into your own hands cycling.
I'm finally home now, but the fucking teacher did it too. She said "Just indulge me for five more minutes..." then went on to show us websites that other classes created and started playing their embedded videos and I'm barely containing an outburst of WE ALL HAVE YOUTUBE AT HOME THIS SUCKS.