I hate very many things. Many, many, many, many things. Quite frankly, some of those things are people or are done by people. But you see, they are morons and they are everywhere.
One thing that REALLY irritates me, is when people can't take a hint. This also baffles me because anytime, anyone says any little thing the first thought that goes through my brain is: "Does this apply to me?"
Am I paranoid? Yes. But that doesn't change the fact that my brain cannot comprehend how so many people have STOP DOING THIS practically spelled out for them and it goes right over their heads.
These people live in a fantasy world where they can get annoyed by the way you dress but they can never possibly annoy anyone else. It's all rainbows and freaking sunshine in happy-joy-ignorance land.
For instance: when I am closed up in my room, with headphones on, loud music playing and my eyes are either closed or focused on something...this means "leave me alone". This does not mean open my door and refuse to leave until you tell me your very insignificant story about raiding a virtual base or a bear that opened a garbage can. I DON'T FUCKING CARE. Okay? I am most likely feeling like crap or I am trying to write, both of those things do not require your random tales. Actually your presence is counter-productive.
I am focusing, I do not want to watch a stupid live stream video game or a five-year-old drummer playing Master of Puppets or a performance from 19-freaking-86 that sucks duck butt. I. Don't. Care. Take a hint when I keep zoning out or reach for my iPod every time you pause or continue to stare at my computer screen longingly.
Another thing: stop telling me I am cranky in the morning.
What are you expecting? I have been this way for years, I ain't changing. Mornings are not my thing and you should shut up because you are fueling my hatred for mornings. When I am walking around as a zombie because I could have slept for another hour and the first thing I have to do is clean up a pile of dirty dishes because you couldn't be bothered to turn on the sink and rinse out your plate the night before: don't talk about my bad mood. Oh excuse me, I am absolutely thrilled to do this every damn morning, I just keep to myself because I want to rattle your cage or make you feel guilty. That is my goal, I wake up every morning with that as my mission for the day.
Screw that. Just leave me alone. That's all you have to do (since I know you won't clean up after yourself)
How many damn times do I have to tell you how long to cook popcorn for before you remember?
I have memorized the cooking time for every microwavable product in my house because I know that every time someone uses the microwave, they are going to ask me how long they should cook it. .....do you not have functioning eyes? There is directions right in front of you! You are freaking holding an instruction manual in your hand! WHY DO YOU NEED ME?! This irritates me so much because it is just pure laziness. I do not see how you have survived so many years in this world because obviously your hands are broken and you're also selectively blind. How have you managed to keep on trucking in a dog eat dog world?
Something that also irritates me: repeating myself.
I am fairly quiet, I do realize this, but this is due to the fact that any time my voices gets above a certain pitch I get yelled at for screaming in someone's ear. (Which is not productive, by the way. If my voice hurt your ear, why did you yell louder than I did? o.O)
But I digress.
It really irks me to say something five times before you hear it and YOU are the one getting mad. WTF? Here's a concept: you can't hear anymore.
Although, to a certain extent I am pretty sure I get ignored. Considering the fact that I can stand beside four people, make a statement, they glance at me but don't respond. This smells.
When you have a reaction to what I say but you say nothing back...I am being ignored.
Okay, cool. Whatever.
Needless to say I do not speak much, I just don't see the point. First I have the problem of getting a human to actually respond (which is no small task) then I must capture their attention in a conversation. Which never happens. I apparently have very different tastes and interests than everyone I am around. My conversations are usually me talking to someone ninety-miles-an-hour because I have a month's worth of speaking to do, and them just idling looking at me, being courteous enough to feign mild interest.
People are not my cup of tea, I guess.
So I have music, animals and the internet.
I am okay with this, I am not upset. (except in power outages, having a friend taken away sucks)
What I don't understand is why you want me to be in the room with you.
I don't comprehend this sudden "I miss Nixie blues".
Do you miss my lively behavior? (Sitting on the couch crossed legged) My entertaining and long conversations? (that quiet shit) My infectious demeanor? (brooding in the corner, all lonely and bored and what not) WHAT DO YOU MISS? The only thing I can imagine is guilt on your part, but you really need to understand that I am TEN TIMES HAPPIER when I am alone and doing what I want to do.
Something else I hate: long ass repetitive stories.
How many times do I have to hear about the bitchy co-worker that apparently has the world's most annoying, scratchy voice? It's not like this bitch is ever going to stop and I really see no point in you telling me every story, back logged for six months, to bring the point home for what she did today.
I HAVE THIS CHICK'S PROFILE ENGRAVED IN MY BRAIN BECAUSE I HEAR THIS CRAP FOUR TIMES A WEEK.
I also hate these macho stories. Some which have happened in your unbridled, glorious youth and some have never happened at all, but you feel the need to tell me anyway.
Look, I really couldn't care less if you want to drive a rusty metal stake through a whore's eyeball or strangle two people in your sleep or and I quote: "Fuck a mother fucker up"
Not only do I not care but these displays and stupid words and slamming your fist against things with teeth grit only makes me lose respect for you. You are acting like an utter dumbass.
If I have heard it once, I have heard it ten millions times "You just don't know. I am a crazy, crazy bitch and I will kill somebody"
I have so much contempt for your moronic behavior, I walk around with pissed-ness inside of me for a hours.
Can we come to some sort of agreement where I don't have to hear anyone's "badass" stories ever again?
So I am sure someone could read this post and say I have issues or whatever. Look at all the fucks I give.
PEACE OUT
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