NP, I have some reasonable complaints about some people
 

So I'm just going to throw this out there, it actually really bugs me when someone steps in to defend my/other people's kids like they need protecting.

Like on the one hand yeah it's fine if we're talking "This adult male is hitting on a 13 year old" Yeah step in and knock some sense into everyone who needs it situation fitting.

But sitting in an open conversation with an ex-girlfriend and her sister and getting some laughs, and having some high-minded "Othermom" come in and start chewing me out for being a creeper, calling me a pedophile and ripping into me from what she read on my facebook profile? Yeah I hate that kind of mom. [Yeah I let it get ridiculously personal right there but that's what's sparked it.]

It's the same feeling I get from mom's who don't let their kids watch Power Rangers because "it's violent," or who don't let their kids play with water pistols because it "teaches them that shooting people is okay".

I don't have a super long spiel prepared here but Jesus that just drives me up the wall.

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Also anyone who says "Now you're doing a 'MAN'S' DAY WORK!" Can just buy a one way ticket straight to hell in my books. Nothing about sand/airblasting the paint/rust off a vehicle is inherently more manly then sitting at a fucking desk. In fact since my girlfriend/fiance can sand/airblast and she can't do my deskjob I'm gonna have to say that shit's decidedly less manly based on evidence presented to me right there.

Let's just make this an open thread of "Holy shit, this really bites my ass".

Feel free to call me out on any of this if you feel I'm wrong even a little bit because hell I don't get called out enough.


Edit: related to Facebook: Thanks to SuperMom bitching out Ex's Sister and appearantly flagging me on facebook as a pedophile, I'm now blocked from viewing profiles under the age of 18. O_o and Ex's sister messaged me saying she's been forced to 'unfriend' me.

Don't tell me you did one of those "What Kind of Pedophile ARE YOU?" surveys...

You know all that anger could really go against anyone who walks in and sees just a portion of a conversation and decides they must instantly crusade against it.

Like walking up to [Insert any non-white poster here] making a joke about a bomb or something and deciding it would be the perfect time to try out his new cell phone to call the cops or plaster fliers around his neighborhood.

Shit like that just drives me nuts.

Signing up for classes really bites my ass. Nothing I want to take is ever open, except for things I can't take because lol wrong program. That's not even mentioning the classes that I know are offered and have talked to people who've taken them, but which are mysteriously absent from the class roster every semester (here's to you, Music Appreciation). And, despite the previous parenthetical statement, I'm not bitching about there being no open classes because I only want to take easy classes in the afternoon. I've taken every English and History class I'm allowed to take. There just isn't anything left that isn't completely irrelevant (to my degree) and uninteresting, like Economics or Pre-Dentistry, and I'm left every semester sweating it out until the Great Shuffling happens at the beginning of the semester and I can slip into a class while everyone's changing their schedules around.

But then, because it's such a pain in the ass to sign up for classes, I always procrastinate on doing it, making it even more of a pain in the ass. gg me.

Ugh, classes. I had my schedule set up perfectly - all the classes I wanted, all in the morning, nice groups without any 1/2 hour holes - but then, after I couldn't make any more changes because my registration window closed, the school decided it was going to move one of the classes I signed up for. Into a time I had signed up to take another class. Fuck. I emailed them three weeks or so ago about it, they said they'd fix it somehow, and yet its still sitting there the same as it was.

I'd say I'm going to have to wait until the last minute to swap it out for whatever section I can get, but now there's only one section I could get into that wouldn't involve moving around several of my other classes. I'm not hopeful.

Exams on molecular genetics. Or better yet, classes that consist of semi-interesting material but bad teaching and sucky design.

How about if in tomorrows exam, I just answer every question with "Phosphorylation is the key." or something similar. I am so fed up with ORC's, TATA-boxes, Polymerases and everything else. "The CDK7 part of the TFIIH phosphorylates the CDT part of the RNA POL I -complex." Damnit, phosphorylate me to death!

This. I have a friend whose parents are this but times ten TRILLION. She's not allowed to watch any movies that aren't rated G. She's not allowed to read comics. She has NEVER HEARD OF DR. SEUSS. Her parents looked into a friend of mine's tax records before she was allowed to go to his house, and then when he complained that it was an invasion of privacy she was almost disallowed from speaking with anyone in our entire circle of friends ever again.

Oh my god I love that. I grew up in a restrictive household too and that's just

Oh man I love that. I hope when she gets to high school, same thing happens as what happened to a girl here- she got convinced by a classmate that sex was a sport and got reeeeeeeeeally good at it that day.

Wow, just wow, she's going to have a very interesting time when she moves out. If they let her move out.

She's in high school already, and is intelligent enough to have decided to learn normal stuff at a rate that won't break her brain. Also, she was sexually assaulted by a guy in 8th grade, so that last part's probably not gonna happen.
Oh, no, they want her to move out, apparently they actually genuinely dislike her and have told her so.

Offer for her to move here- NO WAIT I'm trying to get RID of the pedophile thing, damnit.


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Also, assholes who lie on their tax forms to call their apartment a 'single family dwelling' despite dividing it into 3 apartments, then refusing to allow you to change the doors to proper security doors because "Tax officials might get suspicious." Those dicks deserve a big heap of back taxes.

Now that's just messed up on so many levels.

I sympathize with that poor girl so damn much it's stupid.

Really overbearing and controlling parents are on the same level as neglectful parents to me. Both fuck the kid up.

Top it off by telling me that her parents are avid church goers and loves JAYSUS.
There's the off chance that they aren't trying to justify their megalomania with religion though.

I got a good guess why they tell her that they don't want her. It's probably due to the sexual assault she had to endure. Poor girl's gonna need to have a strong head on her shoulders or she's gonna be damaged goods right out of the gate. Man, some people just don't have a fucking chance.

Things Darth does not like...

I despise overbearing parents so incredibly much. Have you ever tried coaching lacrosse with overbearing parents? Impossible, I tell you. They got mad at me for organizing my lines and changing how much time each kid saw, and then got madder when I stopped doing that and the team started losing. What was even better were the parents that didn't like me telling their kids "You never back down," or telling them "If you lose a fight, go and hit someone first thing on your next shift." It's a violent, physical sport. To me, there's nothing wrong with wanting my team to excel in that aspect. I understand that you don't want your kids getting bruised and banged up, but putting them in lacrosse was a poor way to go after that objective.


I despise philosophy. See, I'm an economics major. Economics makes sense. You move from the quantity equation model to the Mundell-Fleming model, it makes sense. P becomes variable. Consumption is E=Y. It makes sense. Philosophy? It's an interesting cascade of greys. I can either remember big concepts, differences, or names. Not all 3 at once, because then everything gets all loopy and I find myself ranting about Hardin's troubling triad and then realizing that the name's wrong. Human thought should be more compartmentalized.


People with blue tooth headsets. It's okay to hang up on your damn call, they can call you back, I don't care that it's more convenient. It's 8am, I have class in half an hour, and I need my venti peppermint mocha.


Starbucks. Why did you open a franchise in the library!? You know I go there every day, and you know I'm often sleepy!


Sleep. Most annoying biological process of all time. You have to limit your productivity to do nothing! Why couldn't this be a more passive process, like dolphins?


Robert Downey Jr. Stop raising girls' standards, dammit! I can only be so charming!

Not having enough money on time and having to settle for Late Fucking Registration.

I'll admit that I haven't taken much Philosophy and that I failed Ethical Principles once (I passed it the second time), but it seems to me that any philosophy class boils down to the professor spending the semester "disproving" every philosophy but the one they subscribe to, then conveniently running out of time before the class can discuss what they do subscribe to, while peppering the whole semester with "But [my philosophy] doesn't have this problem."

I mean, my Philosophy professors, beyond their classes, seemed like alright people, but the classes are just a waste of time. Hence why PHIL classes fall under "irrelevant and uninteresting" courses when I try to sign up. Which is a shame, given the contraction.

Nope. They're actually atheists and, supposedly, ridiculously liberal. This boggles my mind even MORE than if they were religious, in all honesty.
She actually didn't tell them about it, probably because she was afraid of just that.

I hate people who assume that it's okay to stare and make comments about the way I look. And no, I'm not referring to "wow, I love your outfit" or whatnot. I'm talking about random people who walk up to me or my sister and say, out of the blue, "You're so skinny! Don't you ever eat?"

Really? I'm skinny??? Oh good lord, I had never noticed this before! Thank you for pointing this out, and thank you for suggesting I'm anorexic in front of sixty other people!

Okay, let me provide some info here before people start to question my sanity. I have a milder case of the Marfan syndrome, or at least "a related disorder" that they've yet to name. Basically this means that I was born with a crazy genetic defect that makes me tall and unusually thin. It's almost impossible to gain or lose a significant amount of weight.

It causes a lot of other more serious problems, like retina detachment and spontaneous collapsing and shredding of the lungs and heart tissues, but height, weight and nearsightedness are some of the only outwardly visible problems.

Anyway. Yeah, I know you're gonna say that I shouldn't complain about being skinny. And I'm NOT-- I don't mind it at all; it means I can eat whatever the hell I want. That's pretty badass.

The problem is that people stare because they think A) I'm a freak or B) I'm anorexic. I've had people I've never met come up and lecture me about how I'm setting a bad example for young girls. I've had social workers ask if my parents needed help buying food. I've had people staring at me when they think I'm not looking, and point and whisper amongst themselves. I've had an ER nurse, of all people, ask me if I'd like to talk with an eating disorder counselor. I'M NOT THAT SKINNY, PEOPLE. And dealing with that for 23 years gets really old really fast. So I get kinda oversensitive when people make even little comments, like "Wow, you're skinny! I wish I was skinny as you!" But I'm usually too uncomfortable and/or polite to say anything. But it really bugs me that people automatically assume I'm anorexic. It's not that I dislike how I look. I'm fine with it. I just don't like being stared at.



Oh, and I hate when game store employees act shocked that I want to buy games like the original Half Life. Yes, I'm a girl. Yes, I'm buying the game for myself. Yes, I'm aware it involves shooting zombie aliens and has nothing to do with princesses, cooking, or raising puppies. Yes, I know it's old. Gimmie the damn game.


EDIT- Aaaand now the google ads are offering me anorexia counseling. Thank you google. XD

I was the same way (minus the actual health problems) from like, 4th grade through 10th grade, Mauve. Then I bulked out a little.

I got the same bullshit from people. Not sure if it was worse because I was a guy and guys are supposed to be huge and buff, or not as bad because I'm a guy and 'guys don't get anorexic'.

But I totally feel for you, and have a soft spot in my cold black little heart for naturally thin folks regardless of the cause.

Also,
I might!

But I'm a total asshole and things I might do shouldn't be done by anyone else ever. Edit: I shouldn't do them either, for that matter.

The ones I had were great, though I didn't major in it and can't speak to the department at my undergrad -- I took a more broad overview of philosophy one summer at another university and a "Philosophy of Science" course here as a graduate student. Both were amazing and taught/discussion-led by really on-the-ball professors who engaged the class.



My only real gripe about people recently, aside from the ignorance I saw and felt at the National Constitution Center, has been from students whining over every little thing to get points back on homework.

Synk, I really feel like, if my professors had been teaching what they knew, like virtue ethics or mind-brain duality, they could have taught some outstanding classes. As it was, they were stuck teaching intro level stuff that they didn't care about, and I was stuck in the crossfire of their apathy. Hence why I posted it it a thread that didn't contain "hate" in the title. I don't hate them; I hate intro Philosophy, which is the only philosophy I'm allowed to take. Edit: Also, I implied that my experiences in philosophy were all that philosophy had to offer, which is mistaken, factually, but I thought the idea of the thread was to express frustrations in a humorous manner, and, as such, expressed my frustrations with my former classes in an exaggerated manner that I thought would be amusing. Of course, now I've ruined what joke there may have been by explaining it. I guess this edit and the proceeding paragraph should have been "Fuck you, Sync; you can't tell me what to do!" Too late to fix it now, I guess.

As for Mauve, I'm as sympathetic to the whole "God, you're skinny" thing as I've ever been. It has been a couple years since I've said that, so I thought it worthwhile to repeat myself.

I haven't done a lot of philosophy- the courses I did were pretty bollocks- but I've hung out in the philosophy department lots and chatted to people and read their books and it was much more interesting doing it that way than through courses. I assume high-level courses are most interesting and open structure as history which I did was like that- 1st year courses were all about teaching you historiographic techniques and overviews of subjects then by the time you get to 3rd year the class was just massive arguments in tutorials with maybe 1 irrelevant lecture in the week just to teach you the important background.

But that is quite a general complaint- lecturers doing things they are not interested in because you need to fill out the timetable and some things need to be taught. It just turns off the students and the lecturers. I've had to do tutorials in things I'm not at all interested in and it's a horrible experience all round.

Philosophy actually makes more sense in my mind than economics- a lot of which is just arbitrary assumptions, bullshit justifications and ridiculous starting and ending points whereas philosophy is just like "Throw out everything, it's all shit" as a starting point- but that's just me probably.

I refute this claims. I'm on the chunkier side and when I've frequently had people come up to me and say stuff like that. Back when I was working at Wal Mart I even had a shopper ask me how I could live with myself, walking around and looking like that.

Kids and teenagers are the worst at it because they aren't smart enough to know better. (There are exceptions)

:P So I have a similar but opposite problem.

Seriously? Sheez, what complete assholes! :(




I guess I should have thought that rant out a bit before I posted it. Now that I reread it, I kinda feel like a jerk for whining so much.

I had this kind of shit a lot throughout high school as well. I never was quite sure why. Like they went out of their way to remark about how skinny I was and I'm like "Ohhh, I never would have guessed my mom chaining me in the basement and feeding me bread and water was a bad thing. Truly you have opened my eyes!"

I wouldn't. Being harassed on account of your body type is a legitimate complaint, whether you're getting trouble for being slightly too wide or for not being quite wide enough. After all, either way you're basically being judged and found wanting for not measuring up to a stranger's personal opinion of what "healthy" or "attractive" is, which is utter bullshit.

Unless it's my personal opinion.

I just wanna make sure we're clear on the fact that my personal opinions are the end all be all of attractiveness. Also: Everything else.

Lucky for all of you I have really low standards, so most of you are probably good.

I wasn't telling you to do anything?
 

I was just providing a positive counter-example to your negative one, mans. I wasn't out to ruin your joke or claim anything of what you said was wrong or unlikely or whatever.

Manly? SOUNDS LIKE A JOB FOR ME, BEING A MAN I AM QUALIFIED.
What is manly? TESTOSTERONE.
Well, wtf is that? It's 2 parts balls and 1 part adrenaline.

Nuff said.

Philosophy of Science was one of the best classes I've ever taken, though I've gotta say I liked it most when we were off topic or chilling at a bar on Friday afternoons. It was the perfect mix of people who were science-minded but also happy to sit around and bullshit. Intro philosophy was ehn, but better than I expected it to be.

Don't worry about it. :P One of the ways I used to deal with stuff like this is I'd crack the joke about my weight before anybody could get to it. Unfortunately that led to me mentioning it in situations where nobody was thinking that. Kinda awkward.

I'm not sure what happened. After I grew up I just kinda realized and accepted that I was unattractive.
No fighting it, or trying to fix it by buying the expensive clothes or fixing myself up nice. It seems that in people's eyes nothing makes up for being unnatractive so I just said fuck it.

I'm heaps happier now that I'm not burdened by all that false hope for acceptance.

It seems kind of ironic that when I was a teen all I wanted was to be accepted and now that I'm an adult I spend the majority of real life social interactions rejecting people and suddenly everyone wants me to accept them.

:P Krylo has the right idea. All that matters is what you want.

What does it say about me and my perception of you that this didn't occur to me till after you'd said it?

Also, Mauve: That's terrible. Seriously, social workers?

People who insist on saying Im sorry at wakes/funerals. We know, we don't need to be constantly reminded of the fact. Whats worse is people who never actually knew the deceased, telling you that they never did, and that they are sorry. Or people you hate trying to be all friendly about it. yeah

(excuse the disorganization, Im going through this now.)

EDIT: And guidos screaming about how they are "so Italian". No. you lost the right to call yourself italian when you started acting like a dumbass.

By definition, that means Berlusconi isn't really Italian.

That your perception of me is 100% accurate.

Mauve: Click if you care to read.I really wish I could have your problem instead of mine as I have recently discovered that I have a tumour in my brain on my pituitary gland which in some of the side effects include; Screwed up blood pressure and temperature regulation, low metabolism and my thyroid is screwed up.

Basically no matter what I do, no matter how much I exercise, I cannot lose weight

The kicker is that I cannot have it operated on to remove. While right now it is benign, something could happen.

My issue with people is how everyone is judgmental on how I look. How they stare at me when I buy groceries and silently judge me. Call em paranoid, but it is the accumulation of almost 2 decades of ridicule.

I don't know man.

I think both would suck pretty equally. I'm not sure if I'd rather be fat and have weird temperatures going on, or be really skinny and having my entire lung collapse occasionally.

I'd say you both got it pretty bad.

This. Yes. When my roommate and I went to buy Metal Gear Solid 4 the cashier asked us "is this for one of your boyfriends?"

As far as people judging you on your outward appearances (in general, not Mauve's complaint specifically): I was born blind in my left eye, I grew up getting funny looks(and comments to my face) since before I could remember (literally) so by now I am way past giving a damn. My favorite insult so far is "one-eyed freak", compliments my middle school best friend's sister. xD People are dumb, don't let them get to you, just laugh silently to yourself.

Edit: The best part is I could totally just get a contact to make my eye look normal, but I'm comfortable with the way I am so screw that. That's why I never really understood the girls(and guys, I guess) who are super gorgeous getting super expensive surgeries because their ears stick out a little too much. I'm glad I don't have (that many) self esteem problems, I guess.

Man, Judging people is great!

My personal favorite is walking up to really skinny and really fat people and letting them know, just in case they didn't know, they are in fact fat/skinny.

I do this because I view it as my cosmic duty to let people know they are not meeting my standards. Some may call me an asshole I just call myself: America :cool:

Bonus points if a girl is play video games because we can't have that

That post did not meet my standards for comedy.

But that post did my MY standards for assholishness.

Carry on.

I judge people who use glitter texts as wastes of foreskin.

My friend in a wheelchair once asked another friend to get his wallet, and when he went to get the wallet he yelled out thief. A few people were coming to kick the friends ass before figuring out is was a joke. It's funny stuff.

While we're on this topic, how about people who tell you to smile?

Now, I'm not talking about your friends saying "Man, you look kinda of down, what's wrong? Yeah, that sucks, but you're really dwelling on it too much; it's time to move on" sort of thing. That's actually useful and expected from people who care about you when you are going through difficult situations.

I'm talking about strangers who I meet on the bus telling me to smile. Let me elaborate:

One day I was riding the bus home from work. Although I hardly have any idea what I looked like at the time- and I consider it irrelevant anyways- I'm pretty sure I looked like someone who had just finished working a long day, was tired, hungry and ready to go home to eat dinner and relax.

An old man in a dirty hat boards the bus at the next stop and strikes up a conversation with the driver. I'm sitting at the front of the bus so I overhear part of their conversation although I don't particularly pay much attention to it. The old man seems either really obnoxious or drunk. At one point he says something about bimbos, and at at that moment he decides to give me a good 5 second stare. Again, I am not sure what I looked like at the time but I'm pretty sure my immediate reaction to an old man in a dirty hat staring at me would be to give them the death look.

He turns back to the driver to continue their conversation. After about a minute or so passes he decides to turn around to stare at me AGAIN, and simply tells me to "Smile." That's it. He commanded me to smile.

Usually in these kinds of situations I'm so stunned that I can't think of something to say. I replied "I don't ride the bus to be told what to do, thanks," and then he left me alone, although I would've much rather said "I hope you get testicular cancer."

As I said, he might've been drunk, but I really wasn't able to ascertain as much, and this isn't the first case where I've run into a TOTAL stranger telling me to smile. I'm sure this happens to guys as well, but I think it probably happens to women more frequently because maybe there are still backasswards people out there who think we're supposed to be a bunch of submissive complacent sex bots who wear high heels and make up while doing laundry, and if we're not smiling constantly as if our faces were paralyzed to resemble Barbie, well then something must be wrong.

So no, I will not smile for you. In fact, after asking me to, I will probably scowl at you. I apologize for ruining your perfect world where everyone is smiling all the time.

This doesn't really bite my ass anymore (I've gotten used to it), it's just something I was reminded of and needed to rant about. I'm a serious- (some say stern) faced person, but it's not because I'm unhappy- it's simply in my nature. I remember being told to smile when I was as young as 5, which confused me the hell out of me (why would I just walk around smiling all the time? I smile when I laugh). It's involuntary! And fake smiles are insincere.

Something that gets me with my family is that they're constantly commenting I look sad, when in fact, I'm generally not unless there's a good reason for it, and I bounce back from it pretty quickly when I am. I'm starting to think that I might frown when I'm thinking about something, because that's generally when they comment.

My mom also has a persistent habit of asking what I'm thinking about, often out of the blue or directly after she tells me something, when I generally am not thinking about anything, and she doesn't take "nothing" for an answer, so I have to make up some BS to satisfy her. One of these days, I swear I'm just going to snap and tell her if I wanted anyone to know, I'd be saying it, instead. Of course, when that day comes, she's going to get all butthurt and snap back and it's going to be my fault somehow that she drives me to distraction wanting to know every last thing going on in my mind.

My pensive face is the same as my depressed face so whenever I'm in a thoughtful mood for a day people freak out and make sure I don't kill myself (note hyperbole.)

You know I never quite got what about people makes them act like they're in a B-grade sitcom but going all "hurr hurr vidjagames are for BOYS" seems right up there.

It's especially aggravating cause you'd think that person who works in retail in the video game district of the store/game store as a whole would have seen like, one or two girls buying them once in a while.

Shit I know like four girls who work in game stores. As managers!

May I go out on a limb and suggest that these boys, and I do stress boys, who see the occasional video game girl have this reaction because they failed to become attractive to the last video gamer girl so they therefore are amazed at the constant second chances.


I suggest this in an effort to bring this even further into the "B-grade sitcom" Zone.

See I started this thread because I thought seeing that everyone has shit that really burns their ass would make me feel better in that whole "Everybody gets pissed off" vibe. Instead now I'm kind of depressed that everyone has such terrible things happening to them.

I kind of want to mail Pocheros and Mauve Tasers now.

Wait...

Why?

@ Mac: Aw jeez! :( *hugs*

Hahah!! That's happened to me too! XD I've also had someone ask if I was buying for the kids I don't have. I'm 23. If I had kids, they sure as hell wouldn't be old enough for me to buy Devil May Cry for them.

Yeah. Granted, she was kind of a bitch. But still. Back when I was eight or nine, my mom took us to the local health department for flu shots. One of the people working in the office pulled her aside and said, "There is no excuse for this! We have a food program!" Needless to say, we went to our pediatrician for immunizations from that point on.

I grew up in a town of 1,500. My graduating class was a grand total of 35 people. That means that if you live there, you'll never meet anyone new, ever, until you leave the town. If people decide they don't like you or that you're weird, the entire town will know about it within a week and you'll never outgrow it or meet new people who have different opinions of you. Hence why I left high school my junior year and went straight to college in another town.


I really don't have a problem with how I look, as far as being skinny goes. I'm absolutely cool with that. I just don't like being mocked or stared at.


And thanks, everybody. I know this might sound weird, but it's actually nice to know that I'm not the only one who has problems like this. We kick ass, guys.

I guess the obvious thing to do now is for us all to join forces as a crime-fighting super team of underdogs. Or super villains, whichever. Which do you guys prefer: Secret underground lair, mountaintop doom castle, or space fortress? I'm up for any of the above.
Woohoo!!

Skinny People Unite?

Mocked People Unite.

I'm sure there's a better title, but words escape me at the moment.

That's something I'll never know. I've never been suicidal but:


In person I'm rather hyper and full of energy, but in the winter I get a kind of seasonal depression, things seem duller and I lose motivation. I stop hanging out with friends as much. I've figured out how to deal with this like a basketball player who knows how to focus anger. I use this more mellow state of mind to read and write and reflect, as being this still doesn't happen often for me, some of my best discoveries about myself happen during this time.


I suppose the somewhat sudden social reclusion sets off warning bells in some people's mind. Every year I was at school teachers would pull me aside and ask me if anything was wrong, newish friends would confront me, most people understand after a while but sometimes people just don't get that I'm an extrovert for 3/4ths of the year but around the time the sun gets blotted out I turn into a recluse.

I get annoyed with managers who never have my back. Like, sure, "the customer is always right" they say. As a result, I need to fear them. Because no matter now stupid they are, they get their way. The other day I put someone's groceries away in the wrong order, so they went in to try and bitch to the manager about me. Because ya know, people who help you carry heavy stuff for free are bad people. Or I lost control of some shopping carts, cause the parking lot is hill with several hills on it, and they started rolling towards a car, because the wheels list to the left. So I hurry to stop it from hitting the lady's SUV, I mean, god forbid it scratch or she'll run out and start trying to get me fired. So I take the hit from 8 carts instead of the car. Painful. Then the car runs over my foot. Also not fun. But hell, I got high CON, i'm fine, but then the lady jumps out to yell at me for throwing carts at her car. Luckily I had an eyewitness, so she backed off but seriously? My biggest fear is that someone will say something that stupid and the boss will believe them. Well, no, my biggest fear is that the SUV will actually hit me. I hate big cars.

See, I was just trying to make a joke like, "Man why would they try to save YOUR life," and now I know your life story. Dammit man.

Also, that actually has a name. Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD, because psychiatrists apparently have a sense of humor.

Well you see I took that post seriously becuase it didn't meet my humor standards.

Listen, we all know you have no standards.

You can stop that now.

Come on man, It's winter. You're making me S.A.D.

You know what really pisses me off right now? Netflix, those motherfuckers, though I guess it could be because of a few other reasons too.

Because see, all 3 video rental stores (like Blockbuster or Hollywood Video) that are close to me have closed down so I have absolutely no place to rent video games now. So instead of renting Assassin's Creed 2, I have to buy it now if I want to play it even though I know I'll beat it in a week and then never play it again.

I know there's Gamefly, but my house is pretty far from a shipping center and the only good Gamefly deal is the one for $20 and that just seems wayyyy too expensive for a monthly fee.

Okay, but seriously enough of my miniscule ranting. Compared to all of everyone else's problems, mine are a lot less troublesome.

You are going to drive me into a homicidal rage if you keep this up.

Fix'd.

There ya go, you've gone and done it now :(

I won't go into details, mostly because my life isn't as depressing as the rest of you guys' (Mauve and Cow, I really feel for you two the most, man, that shit is just not fair).

Religious people who are always right.

Conservatards (not conservatives, conservatards. I trust you guys will understand the difference).

People who think 'merikuh is the best country ever

People who are talking about you in Spanish and NOT being very flattering, and thinking they can get away with it because they assume I can't speak Spanish. I've surprised PLENTY of rude ladies with this one. The look of shock on their faces? Priceless.

People who make weird noises and mockingly say they're speaking an Asiatic language. I can speak rudimentary Japanese, and to hear people go "Woah, Toyota, Kawasaki, Toshiba, Mitsubishi..." and the like and then say "I'm speaking Japanese, can't you understand?" really piss me off. People who do this with any language, for that matter.

And here's the big one right here. People who are intolerant of other peoples' cultures... and the Dutch.

Something annoys me is when people know my name when I have absolutely no idea who the hell they are at all.

Like one time, every year I help Crusade for Children collect cans, and one year a guy was waiting at his doror step to hand the bag (we passed out fliers the week earlier), he handed me the bag and I told him good day and turned around and I know I heard him say "see you around [my name here]." I was pretty wierded out the rest of the day.

It then happened again when I was helping set up for a Christmas event at a school, a lady walked in and asked me what time it would open, I told her and she responded with, "Thank you [my name here]." It just made me even more paranoid! Are these people part of some big brother =that watches and keeps tabs on everyone in town! I was especially amused when this happened to my character a couple of times in the Avvy RP.

Although I don't truly dislike the people because of this, I just find it annoying and weird.

The past two years of college, and up until the beginning of november, I would have frequent panic attacks, mostly about my future and whether or not I'll be able to support myself out in the world. Luckily I was able to defeat them with the power of Positive Thinking! And rad-killing unicorn motorcycles!

When I was a cart pusher at wal mart I was hit by cars on several occasions. Most were just bumps from ignorant drives but one lady backed out, hit me, and kept backing up. I got knocked down and she would have ran me over if I hadn't tucked my legs and slid between the tires.


Also I vote for the doom fortress.

Wait, they're still having Children's Crusades?

I thought once was enough.

I think I dislike a fair majority of my law school classmates.

The problem is that apparently, "elite" (I use the word generously) law schools purposefully attempt to cultivate the jackass skill in their students. It is a desired trait to come out of this experience a self-centered, egotistical asshole. I am about 95% certain that this is largely because this particular law school wants their students to make enough money to afford paying an enormous debt load. And, of course, to survive in the fast-paced, roughneck world of Big Law Firms, you have to work eighty or more hours per week and sacrifice your soul to your Overlords (in the form of demanding partners.)

There's nothing inherently wrong about working at a competitive private firm, of course. Some people have to do it. Before fucking up at least one of my grades this semester I sort of had an expectation where, if I was still single upon graduating, I was definitely going to pursue that route. It helped that, as I come from a fairly conservative family, most of said family members were quite eager to encourage me to pursue that kind of a dream.

Once you realize that you're surrounded by people cherry-picked to be the next slaves at said private law firms, however, you begin to notice that they're virtually all the same. With few exceptions, they all obsess over their work. They're all classic Type A personalities to a fault. They will rarely, if ever, say hello, ask you how things are going, or engage in any perfunctory polite conversation. Given the existence of a curve, they will view you as the enemy and gloat at your suffering. (True story: One person I thought was friendlier than most told me that I had looked like a pale ghost after my Contracts exam a few days later, and he asked me how I thought I did. I said I had anxiety issues and thought I did poorly. He smiled and looked quite pleased when he told me, rather facetiously, that he was "sorry for my loss.")

Law school is presumably a place where you're forced into a mandatory "ethics" class, but those ethics do not actually extend to the experience of law school. Instead, you are brought to claw your way through other students to succeed. Want to join a law review journal? You'll have to compete to get on it. Do poorly in a class? The school announces results in such a way that everyone knows it. If you do poorly, you will inevitably be shunned. Do well, and others just might want you to join their study groups or be your friends.

Nearly everyone at law school seems to have an agenda. I know that's not universally true. I know somewhere, out there, there are other students going through similar experiences as I, and who would be damn cool to hang out and share a drink or two with. I just find it sad that the very students who should be taught the kinds of ethical values necessary to advocate the needs of the poor, the disabled, and the less fortunate are taught instead that life is a series of competitions and the goal is to rise to the top and screw over anyone necessary to ensure the summit is reached.

Solid Snake, as a student who is writing his LSAT's, I would like to thank you for the big 'ol thumbs up right there.

I've wondered if that's what happened to my friend, or if he was always an asshole and it only became clear to me after he graduated and went straight to a cushy job in Carpetbagsville (Wilmington, DE). I mean, he was never a nice person, but I draw a line between misanthrope and full-stop unrepentant jackass.

I am so glad to know that I'm not the only one this happens to.

With me, it's creepy, as I'm pretty antisocial (you can tell because I joined this forum) and not particularly outgoing. And yet in my first year of university, pretty much everybody in my halls of residence knew who I was. I barely knew anybody outside of my flat.

And this had been happening for years. "Hey, you're [Green Spanner] aren't you?" I have heard more than once.

Goddamn, I'm a crotchety recluse. How do people keep knowing about me?

SS, my dad quit law for basically that reason. He took his skills as a lawyer, went back to school for a degree in urban design, and now he heads a non-profit and sits on the boards of a few charities. The point of this is that if you ever change your mind about law, the skills you will learn will be valuable in fields which may not seem related at first.

Also, while being cutthroat may help their job prospects, your, y'know, actual ability to empathize will be far more valuable in the long run.

Also also, what you described is why I chose the sciences over law :p

Wow, what a dick.

Yeah, I could only ever work in the public sector with that kind of thing. The private-sector money just doesn't seem worth it.

Not that I'll ever be a lawyer, mind. School'n me disagree. Just speculatin'.

Professors who refuse to give out a hundred. I don't want a fucking 98, I want a 100.

I'm sure they'll give you a 100 if you do some extra curricular activities.

Bow chika bow wow

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand it just got weird again.

But we're all cool with that, right?

People who think you are mad at them when you're not. It's understandable on one or two occasions and when some BIG something happened between you and this other person.

But times when you are just in a sour mood, you might have taken it out on them without realizing it or you were just being less than sociable to them earlier in the day, or when a really small thing occurs that most normal people would blow off in half an hour.

Co-workers that ask about my personal life. Anyone who does for that matter.

I don't mean the occasional "how is [this person that I know is in your life]," I'm talking about when I mention I am moving out to find my own place, these people say "Well what does your Grandma think about that?" (I lived with my grandma at the time).

Also when people think that this girl I am hanging out with is automatically my girlfriend. I have a friend who is a girl, why do we have to be dating? I think everyone in my workplace has made at least one comment about that.

To the person with the people telling you to smile, I have a few people do that, too, but they are all girls. Occasionally a guy says this, but those guys are normally strangers. The girls that tell me to smile all the time are people that I regularly see, and they say it almost every single time that I do not look 110% chipper. I am actually a pretty happy guy most of the time, finding anything I can do to goof off, but there are a good number of occasions when I am not looking my cheeriest, and everyone notices it. It's tough to be as rambunctious and goofy as I tend to be all the damn time, I want to take a break.

We could team with the minimum-wage warriors.