Just plain hate.

From the other side of that, it annoys me when someone asks me a question, interrupting what I'm doing, if the answer is readily available through a simple web search, looking it up in the book, or whatever. If you give the person the answer, you simply ensure that the next time they have a trivial question, they'll come straight to you.

I have no problem with sitting down with people who genuinely want to learn and walking them through a process, because I know some people learn more easily from observation than from reading. But once a person has demonstrated that I'm basically let me Google that for you, I am disinclined to offer any help. If I've answered the same question before, and you didn't bother to remember the answer or write down the answer, you are unlikely to get the desired response from me; I am not your personal external memory device.

My guess is that the teacher has been soured by having so many people asking senseless questions that your request for the deadline sounded like more of the same, Cambion. "I didn't receive a new copy of the handbook and the one I have is out of date; could you tell me how I could get a new copy of the handbook" might get past the guard enough to get a sensible answer, because it shows a willingness to look things up on your own if you're given the tool to do so.

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When people tell me to read the directions, look at the manual, etc. when I ask them a question.....

My mother's idiot did this all the time. His ass lived here without having to get a job, pay rent, buy groceries or even his own hygiene supplies and clothes, so I think it's not totally unfair to ask for help around the house in return. Nope, anytime Mom asked him to do stuff, he'd tell her to read the directions. This usually resulted in Mom screaming, sobbing, threatening to kill everyone, etc. because she overreacts about everything and couldn't understand shit, hence her asking for help. Gods forbid he take time out of his busy day of doing NOTHING.

Oh gawd, I work with a woman like that. Well, probably worse. First time I ever encountered such a whining hysteric, so you have my sympathies

This woman should know basic PC stuff, lord, she claims to be just a few credits shy of a BS in Computer Science. But she doesn't know how to change the color of a font and can't highlight/copy/paste even if her life depends on it. She doesn't know how to open a new MS e-mail but takes an old one, changes the text, and does a Forward. She thinks taking the SAVE option is necessary before she can print a document and throws a fit whenever the destination box opens. And when these things don't work for her, she starts pounding on the table, screeching and cussing. Most everyone else ignores her, but I'll usually get up and help her, just to get her to STFU. She is a 100% tard about basic PC functions. And since she's been at this employer for a long time, and it's a state job, she makes >20 grand more than I do.

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Maybe I'm the exception here, but I like answering questions for people if I can because I like knowing I could offer advice or help or suggestions or just help someone understand something better. Apparently that's too big of a chore for some people.

Same here. And it's not like you are going to explain how to do heart surgery; it'll just take a few moments.

The only time I don't like helping people with their questions is when they don't fucking listen to me. Case in point, trying to teach my mother's idiot how to use the internet and sell his goddamn cars on eBay. I had no choice but to do this because if I didn't, oh noez he might LEAVE! Gods forbid! Then Mom would have no one to tell her to read directions!

I can be patient and walk someone through something, but the thing is this asshole would not listen to what I'd say. I'd tell him to type in a search term and he'd type in something different. I'd tell him what search results to click on and he'd click on everything but that one. He'd click on every single fucking ad that showed up and wonder why nothing worked. Basically I would have to sit there and watch him be a moron online because he wouldn't listen to me, even though he was the one who demanded I help him. He also refused to take the FREE computer literacy classes offered at the local library.

But sometimes I can also get annoyed when people use me as a search engine. Like my ex asking me in instant messages what the symptoms of pregnancy are because he thinks he knocked up his girlfriend. I'm not a fucking specialist, and I get my answers from Google anyway. I don't know, maybe I just get annoyed with him because he only ever talks to his friends when he wants something.

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I have a new hate: when people say you're not a real fan of a music group or singer because you're not willing to travel across the county to see them in concert. Heaven forbid someone would rather wait until there's a show near where they live or they don't have the money to pay for concert tickets and/or plane tickets.

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I have a new hate that's (kind of) related to the one I made a while ago about some people's belief that only real fans of a group/singer goes to concerts: when someone calls another one's inability to go to concerts because of lack of funds a "hang-up". The person that said this is one that attends pretty much every concert by this group (they don't tour that often) and they don't understand why everybody else can't do the same.

I'm quoting myself here because I now have another hatred related to this topic: when you (finally) call a person* out on their stuck-up attitude regarding people that don't attend concerts, only to have someone else come along and saying that I'm the one with the attitude for speaking up.


*The latest thing this person (mentioned in the second quote) did was ask who was going to attend an upcoming show and that the ones who live nearby and aren't going should give their "lame excuses" why they're not.

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Elitist runners. "You are not a runner unless you do an X minute mile. You are only a jogger."

In my opinion, if you can't beat the Kenyans and Ethiopians that can run a 2 hour marathon, then you are not all that elite either so have a heaping helping of shut the fuck up.

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I want to pick up a bus full of unruly kids and feed them gummi bears and crack, then turn them loose in Hobby Lobby to ransack the place. They will all be wearing T shirts that say "You Could Have Prevented This."

Hashtags. And the people who use/abuse them. Someone decided we need to make them functional on Facebook now as well. Whoever this person is, I hope they get a permanent case of jock itch.

I have had a blast reading all of these!

AND, I have concluded two things...

I must be the only person on God's Green Earth that actually LIKES brussel sprouts - love them, and always have. Used to call them "baby cabbages" when Mom made them when I was little.

I can cut up a whole chicken and think nothing of it - take kitchen shears straight up its back, and my only complaint is that it's hard to cut through the bones.

A lot of my peeves have been echoed many times, but here's some I can lay claim to...

Let's start with the 'rents...

When Mom calls and says "I tried to do an update on the computer, and now, it's asking such-and-such. What do I do"? I can't envision this crap. I have to go through the motions on my own computer to be able to tell her, then cancel out.

Mom is 61 and has been on various mental meds for over 20 years. Her mind is oatmeal. It takes her forever to finish a statement, and every few words are "oh, oh, um, um", searching for the words, then she doesn't finish it, until hours later, she'll start back up out of nowhere, like time hasn't passed. I will eat my words, for this will be me in about 20 years - already getting forgetful and foggy.

The "let me tell you something" that Dad starts out with on all of his unsolicited advice that I've heard all my life.

Dad is well known in my area. The "oh, you must be Dayton's girl" that I always get when I say my name.

Fucking blue laws in Tennessee! Is Sunday, and can't go to the liquor store. Can only get beer, and that's not until noon.

American cheese in any capacity. There are THREE restaurants in my area that use American cheese in Philly sandwiches. This is just so wrong!

When I tie out my dog and sit outside with him, the people that come by and taunt him alone or with their dogs, get him into a lather, then say he's a bad dog.

In every waiting room I end up in, if there is someone wanting to loudly spout off obnoxious statements, they always direct them at me. I end up a captive audience, just nodding and going uh-huh. And, I'm an old man magnet. They ALWAYS come up to me and talk about any and every thing. They always find me.

Places not opening on time/people not being in place when they are supposed to be. This never flew with me. Two minutes late, and I got a bitching out.

On food...

Raspberry flavored things. Once got sicky drunk on cranberry vodka, and just cannot deal.

Have stopped ordering steak and eggs out. "Well done" steak comes red, and "well done" eggs come out runny.

Can't fucking get onions. I require a LOT of onions with burgers. Ask for a ton of onions. Get one wimpy ring, not even a single slice.

Liver cheese & olive loaf. Can't even look at it. Have been told I loved it as a child. What-eff.

"Just one"? when I go out to eat alone. Can't you see my entourage?

People picking over every damn package of ground beef, apparently looking for the one with their name on it.

Spam. Husband loves it. I'd rather starve.

Oh GOD! Misuse of quotation marks. Apparently, some people think they're an emphasis mark.

Highly related to the South. Good ole boys with belt buckles about 10lbs and 2' X 4'.

Also, the persistent stubbornness of some Southerners to continue to do things the wrong way when they're educated otherwise.

Lately, pretentious name pronunciations, such as "con-yay" instead of "cain" for Kayne West.

People regarding those with tattoos as being trash.

Cars with "in memory of" decals on them.

Dentists - this is why I have a few broken teeth that will just have to get over it.

The wormy smell after a hard rain.

These jumpy bugs we have here - think they're called camelback crickets. Seriously, they can jump from the ground on up into your face. Can handle ANY other insect than those.

In general...

Country music.

ALL porn.

ALL Christmas music.

Touch-screen phones - call me old-fashioned - I want actual buttons.

And those with inches-long roots. And, it's usually super-light blonde hair with black roots.

That should about cover it.

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I heard them tell me that this land of dreams was now
I told them I had ridden shooting stars and said I'd show them how
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This thread has been a lot of fun! I've started my own, but I just REALLY needed to vent this one since it's been a huge issue the past two days.
People who call on the phone...and then again...and again...and again. No message left - just FUCKING CALLING OVER AND OVER. This particular person has called 26 times in the past two days and I swear to GOD I am going to LOSE MY FUCKING MIND.
I'm calling later and letting them know this is NOT COOL.
Fucking call, leave a message and then FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!

---Yeah. I'm pissed

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"Lately, pretentious name pronunciations, such as "con-yay" instead of "cain" for Kayne West"

I thought that's how it was supposed to be pronounced!

I thought the same thing until "North West" (another issue) was born and it was announced everywhere.

When people see me drawing and go, "Oh I wish I could draw like you can!"

No, you don't. I'll tell you why. It's because when people with zero artistic skill find out you can draw, every-fucking-body wants you to draw shit for them. Of course they don't want to pay you for it. Don't get me wrong, I like drawing for friends and of course I wouldn't charge them for a drawing. The ones I mean are co-workers, relatives, friends of friends, classmates, etc.

Freshman art class in high school for me was full of slackers who just took the class because they needed to take an elective and they figure they can just sleep in art. They find out you can draw and OMG everyone wants to be your bestest friend evar so you can do their project for them. One of my kinda-sorta friends was always asking me to draw dumb shit, and he asked me to do his art project one time. The teacher - who was awesome - scolded HIM, saying he needs to do his own damn work.

Creative skill of any kind can be a blessing and a curse. You can do a lot of stuff for yourself instead of hiring someone, but then everyone you know wants you do to free work for them, and then they complain about being too poor to pay you. My prices are absolutely rock-bottom, but the second someone sees a dollar sign, they lose all interest. Even if it's a cheap character drawing for $5, no one wants to pay. But if they could draw, I bet you anything they'd be charging an arm and a leg for THEIR pictures.

Just like if you're a computer whiz - suddenly everyone wants you to fix their hunk of shit computer with 5000 viruses that requires its own generator to start up because you're still running Windows 3.1.

His name is spelled con-YAY so I guess that is why. Wonder if it was a misspelling like Oprah's was.

Don't get me started on North West. I thought it was a joke. It isn't.

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"CAIN!! STOP MURDERING YOUR BROTHER!"

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These jumpy bugs we have here - think they're called camelback crickets.

ARRRRRGH!!!! Dear god I hate those fucking things with a fire of 1,000 suns! :hs

We call them Cave Crickets in my part of South Eastern IL. I had those fuckers all over my basement at my old house. They are impossible to get rid of; I swear they reproduce faster than most welfare moos!

Jeebus almighty I hate those things damn near more than cockroaches! They give me the creeps sooooo bad, I feel icky just talking about them.

I just need to vent a little.

I FUCKING HATE CAB DRIVERS! They are such a pain in the ass. they don't respect red lights, they drive like they own the street and when they are behind you they get so close that you almost have them sitting on your back seat. The worst cab driver that I had met was the other day when I was returning and I had to wait before cars stopped passing before I could move move, then this desperate jerk of a cab driver bumps my car from behind. Luckily my car intact but before I could pull over the cab ran away. If only I hadn't decided to not block the street for minute while I kicked his ass...

Also I hate cyclists for the same reasons, I even think that their entitlement is even worse because the don't use protective gear, don't respect traffic laws and if you tell them something they get angry. It's not uncommon to find them at all times going wrong way or without any light at night.

And last but not least. I hate one of my aunts. She's 93 years old and is the most annoying thing ever. She's almost like a brat. She gets inside the bathroom all the time for long periods and if she clogs the toilet, she just stands there until someone come over because she's taking way too long. Also she does everything you tell them not to do and she's so useless that she can't even turn the TV on her own. Sometimes I just wish she died already because my other aunt, a younger one that takes care of her, doesn't want to send her straight to an old folk home. Scratch that, I think it would be better if I said that I hate my family.

I'm at the age where my friends' parents are dying and I've attended quite a few funerals in the past year.

On such occasions, I can't stand it when the minister crosses the line from eulogizing to proselytizing. I can take a few references here and there to Jaysus, but it's so completely tasteless when the minister keeps talking to people about finding Jaysus and accepting Jaysus as their Lard and Savior AT A FUNERAL.


The worst offender was at a Southern Baptist funeral. It made me angry. I kept thinking, Jaysus, Dude, people from other faiths or no faith at all are coming here to remember this woman. Can you not give the Poaching Souls for Jaysus^TM routine a rest for this occasion?

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I'm at the age where my friends' parents are dying and I've attended quite a few funerals in the past year.

On such occasions, I can't stand it when the minister crosses the line from eulogizing to proselytizing. I can take a few references here and there to Jaysus, but it's so completely tasteless when the minister keeps talking to people about finding Jaysus and accepting Jaysus as their Lard and Savior AT A FUNERAL.


The worst offender was at a Southern Baptist funeral. It made me angry. I kept thinking, Jaysus, Dude, people from other faiths or no faith at all are coming here to remember this woman. Can you not give the Poaching Souls for Jaysus^TM routine a rest for this occasion?

I will SO totally agree with you! AND, this particular thing is especially rampant in Tennessee. Went to Husband's Aunt's funeral, and a general sweeping mention of her was made, then the rest of the "funeral" was a begging of saving, complete with the alter call. A funeral is meant to be a memorial in honor of the person who has passed. Ranted about this, and Sis said "the perfect time to think of death is at a funeral", thus supporting it. NO, a funeral is the perfect time to remember the loved one. Dude, this is what one does in a Southern Baptist service every week. Like a bit I heard Jeff Foxworthy do - "the Southern Baptist have extended the alter call past two hours". It is SO true. Of course, make the invitation for a while for those wanting it, but no point in dragging it on as long as I've sometimes seen. No wonder I made the switch to Methodist. They're much more easy-going people anyway, not so damn uptight all the time.

A lesbian friend of Mom's died, and the funeral was held in her parent's church. All the preacher did was condemn her to Hell, it was a pity she didn't repent and turn from her sin before she died, she was now apart from God for eternity in Hell, on and freaking ON. It highly upset her family and close friends ( YA THINK?). This was HIGHLY inappropriate.

Funerals and prosletyzing? I now have to check beforehand about that, otherwise I'll start laughing at an inappropriate moment.

My (hated) grandmother died in 1996. I went to her funeral to support my mother because her siblings (brother and sister) had pulled some of the crappiest behavior. Aunt and Uncle cleared out their mother's apartment and bank account, selling all her possessions and taking the money without giving anything to my mother. Their justification was "it will take all this to pay for Mom's funeral." Bullshit. I happen to know that Grandma had a prepaid plan.

Anyway ..

Grandma was a Presbyterian. Life long and totally committed. She would never attend any service except in that church. Her son elected to have his minister preach the service. That guy was one of those foaming at the mouth, screeching damnation holy rollers. I was sitting next to mom, watching as she grew paler and more offended. The entire obscene and ludicrous situation took over and I started laughing. I could not help it. I'm sure Grandma felt that her funeral oration would be stately and dignified, that the preacher would detail her manifest goodness (she was actually a total bitch), that all who attended would consider it lofty and beautiful. Instead, she had a howling goon blowing spit all over the first row of people; he got so wrapped up in preaching about sin and redemption.

I put my head down, covered my mouth and nose and tried to be quiet. Mom hissed at me, but all I could do was pat her knee. Everyone else probably thought I was crying - heaving shoulders and choked sounds - I had my head down almost to my knees.

When the preacher raised his hands and invited those who wanted to come to the podium and be blessed, I nudged Mom and said "we gotta get outa here." She was ready to explode anyway, while I needed to go outside and wipe the laughing tears and snot off my face. We stood well out of the way when the casket was brought out and all of Uncle's fellow church goers surrounded him and my Aunt and offered condolences.

Mom had to take a tranquilizer later, she was so pissed off at the event. I had to take a headache powder to relieve the pain from holding in the laughter.

Nowadays, unless I can't get out of it, I don't attend funerals. I'll go to the visitation and the wake, but will do my best to get out of the service. I don't want to take the chance to ever go through something like that again. My grandmother's funeral was flat out obscene.

More things I hate:

Wall to Wall Carpets. I hate carpets. Little more then a dust magnet, collector of stains, and a tendency to flatten in well used places. Unfortunately I have to put up with them as I am in a rented apartment, and thus can't be rid of them.

Helmetless Motorcyclists with Helmeted Passengers. This defies all logic to me. Why does the driver insist on going helmetless, but will helmet the (often female) passenger? Why not wear a helmet too, so as to spare the passenger the sight of your brains on the pavement, should you have an accident?

People who have to cut you off on the freeway, only to slow down below the speed limit. You had to race the yield sign to cut me off, jackoff, at least keep doing 65. I will turn my brights on you until you find your gas pedal.

People in stop and go traffic who feel the need to text but don't pay attention. Yeah, I had to honk at you five times to get your ass to move in the construction zone. That light does not stay green forever and I don't want to take 45 minutes to drive two miles.

The number race stickers multiplied. Now if you ran a marathon, be proud with your 26.2 sticker. If all you manage is a half, rock on with your 13.1. I will bow to the Ironman 140s and the ultramarathoners. But if you have a 26.2 there is no need to ALSO have a 13.1...in order to finish a marathon, everyone knows that you have to finish a half. Just sayin'.

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People in stop and go traffic who feel the need to text but don't pay attention. Yeah, I had to honk at you five times to get your ass to move in the construction zone. That light does not stay green forever and I don't want to take 45 minutes to drive two miles.

I find it really annoying when pedestrians do this as well. They suddenly come to a stop, walk backwards or turn around and start walking the other way without paying any attention whatsoever to the other people around them. If I bump into you on the sidewalk it is true that probably nobody will be hurt, but if that's how you walk, I sure hope nobody has given you a car license!

Today I'm also annoyed about whiny people who pester you about wanting a specific outcome but refuse to take the steps you have told them will lead to success. For some reason they think that arguing with me will change the situation, but all it will do is make me less likely to help you by taking the time to answer your questions completely next time. Endless justifications and no damn responsibility.

When a friend who lives far from me expresses excitement about my handmade cards to the point where she wants to help me market them and get them seen by the proper people. She carries on as if they are the best thing she's ever seen. So I send her more samples via express post and when she gets them, she doesn't even bother to let me know that she did get them. Also I had to ask her if they got there and her response was 'Oh, yeah...they arrived the other day..' :eh??

Um, what happened to the excitement I heard from her? I just don't get people sometimes. If you're excited about something, BE excited and STAY excited! Don't act like I'm putting you out by asking if you got the cards or not.

I'm not going to hold my breath on her helping me, if this is such a big imposition on her time.

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When people see me drawing and go, "Oh I wish I could draw like you can!"

No, you don't. I'll tell you why. It's because when people with zero artistic skill find out you can draw, every-fucking-body wants you to draw shit for them. Of course they don't want to pay you for it. Don't get me wrong, I like drawing for friends and of course I wouldn't charge them for a drawing. The ones I mean are co-workers, relatives, friends of friends, classmates, etc.

Freshman art class in high school for me was full of slackers who just took the class because they needed to take an elective and they figure they can just sleep in art. They find out you can draw and OMG everyone wants to be your bestest friend evar so you can do their project for them. One of my kinda-sorta friends was always asking me to draw dumb shit, and he asked me to do his art project one time. The teacher - who was awesome - scolded HIM, saying he needs to do his own damn work.

Creative skill of any kind can be a blessing and a curse. You can do a lot of stuff for yourself instead of hiring someone, but then everyone you know wants you do to free work for them, and then they complain about being too poor to pay you. My prices are absolutely rock-bottom, but the second someone sees a dollar sign, they lose all interest. Even if it's a cheap character drawing for $5, no one wants to pay. But if they could draw, I bet you anything they'd be charging an arm and a leg for THEIR pictures.

Just like if you're a computer whiz - suddenly everyone wants you to fix their hunk of shit computer with 5000 viruses that requires its own generator to start up because you're still running Windows 3.1.

OH MY GOD, THIS.

I had this shit all through both schools. Every shitty fucking thing that needed posters or whatever, "Oh, strange aeons will do it!". Didn't even ask me. Nice. down

They assume you'll do these things because you're, "the art kid". Then, if/when you express disinterest in the thing, they get nippy with you. It's even worse when family (extended and otherwise) want you to draw stupid things for them - or, more accurately, their brats.

One thing I learned very early: people generally treat you like dogshit unless they want something from you.

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I also hate Jimmy Buffet's music with an equal passion. Once as a teen on a car trip, my cd player's batteries died and I'd forgotten to take extra. My parents listened to the same Jimmy Buffet CD over and over again in the car. It was like being in the 9th circle of Hell! They may have been genuinely enjoying it, but I was really wondering if they were listening to it repeatedly as some way of torturing me.

fucking hell....as a child, i had to wake up on weekends with one of five albums:
-Jimmy Buffet's Changes in Attitudes
-Linda Ronstadt's Greatest Hits
-Bob Segar and the Silver Bullet Band's Against the Wind
-ABBA's The Album
-Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds

These were in a bizarre rotation, although the bottom two I did not mind...how can you mind this?



And thus the seeds of prog were planted in Zatoth's mind...Moooooooooooooooooooog......

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I really hate daddy longlegs (crane flies). They're just... wrong. That jerky, weird way that they fly, how they can't really control it so they bash into everything, you included. I like spiders - quite a bit, actually - but I just can't stand these horrible things! And the ones we get up in Scotland get HUGE.

daddy long legs here are harvestmen:



crane flies are cool-they eat mosquitos

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"Bob Segar and the Silver Bullet Band's Against the Wind"

Segar rocks!

"Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds"

I used to see that at garage sales every now and then. it must have sold well!

if you see a decent copy of the album or the cds, grab it! it's got some cool music on it! Chris Thompson (Manfred Mann), Justin Hayward (Moody Blues) and Phil Lynott (Thin Lizzy) are on it.