things that get you royally frustrated / angry ?

[file cabinet]

for me it was when I got lost driving home from somewhere.. what shoud've taken 10mins took 30mins.. that's the last time I tell myself all roads leave to home.

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I actually yelled and swore loudly and sort of hit the dash... stuff like that only happens to me once in a blue moon.

[Salad]

i hate it when my cds skip.




damn them!!!!

[ohnoaninfp]

Seeing something that you don't need and then when you really need it you can't find the damn thing.
:rant:
I am mostly Irish, but I am part German as well, so dont piss me off or else............. :angry:



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[Spartan26]

I hate making the wrong decision. Like ordering something and it tastes rather bland and then you see someone getting your second choice and just the smell of it blows yours away.

In my fantasy sports leagues, playing someone who has a total crap game and the guy I decide to leave on the bench has a career game. Kills me.

And I'm so glad this thread is here because there's no place else for me to put this. I had the option of doing three things this evening. This also makes me upset that I'll have a blank calender for weeks on end and then boom everything will hit on one night. Anyway, I decide to go to a screening of Suspect Zero because the director was going to be there for a Q & A afterward.

SAVE YOURSELVES!!!

And you know when I knew it was going to be a really bad movie? About the 8th shot in or 30 seconds. Some upside down shot of Ben Kingsley's boots entering a diner. Completely over-stylized and all I could do was slide down in my seat because it was too late to make either of my other two options. :angry:

I was so pissed. :rant: And then I thought, finally. Finally after years of watching bad movies and over budgeted slop, I have the opportunity to address someone responsible for my misfortune. Finally, someone was going to be accountible. So I sat there with the only things that kept me hanging in there was the fact that my friend drove and 2). I would have the opportunity to stand up before God and the director and say, "That was one of the worst films made in recent memory. I think you owe me, the person who had to develop this film and everyone else in this room an apology!"

I hate that I'm spineless.

No, I didn't do it but seriously, don't waste even your time. I'm really not kidding, some of you are going to say, "yeah, there was some guy I read online write something about it but I can't really remember but you know we may still like it...Two for Suspect Zero." And it'll be your last date and you'll have no one to blame but yourself.

I totally blame the director on this. As did other people. I distinctly remember the last two people who asked questions, say phrases such as "this is what took me out of the movie..." and "you lost me at..."

How someone can be given the power to take life away from unsuspecting individuals and not have to serve time...beyond me. :angry:

[libertarianjim]

Golf. My second game this year I shot a 47 for 9 holes, my best game ever, without being able to drive worth a crap. I haven't been below 60 for 9 holes since. I know I can shoot in the 50s, I did so all LAST year, what's up now?

That and I probably haven't been out even a dozen times this year thanks to conflicting schedules and the weather. But still, once I set a bar, my own performance shouldn't get below it, you know?

[Claverhouse]

Hmm, I'll refrain from listing, because although equable I have too many dislikes to name.

However, also I was struck by the coincidence: a few minutes before I was contemplating adding this link to the Links section. Spooky or what. I'll give it here instead. Rants by some Scot: if you join his forum --- there are only 6 people ! you get updates monthly.

Random Rants (http://www.randomrant.co.uk/rants.php)

For a flavour, check out his thoughts on waiting for a bus. ( He too appears to dislike extended car-driving, FC. ):

RAPSONS (http://www.randomrant.co.uk/members/rants/rapsons.php)


It was a bitterly cold evening, so I decided to keep warm by standing inside the bus shelter. I must say, the "wind tunnel" design of this particular shelter was an interesting choice, and though the shelter itself isn't your direct responsibility, I feel it's only fair to point out that having ice cold gales whipping around them at upwards of 90 miles per hour while they wait for a bus that's running late doesn't do much for the customer's mood.

Mr Mints, as I came to call him, never having bothered to find out his real name, was around the same height as the woman who stood between us (who for simplicity's sake we shall call Bridget). Unlike Bridget, however, Mr Mints appeared to be over a hundred years old. Perhaps the best way to visualise him is to watch Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade on DVD and freeze frame it halfway between the point Belloc drinks from the false Grail and the point he explodes. The pasty, decaying abhoration you will have on screen - that's Mr Mints. And also a bit like Hollywood actor, Christopher Lloyd now I come to think of it.

Coincidentally, Christopher Lloyd starred in the popular American sitcom, "Taxi", which right about now was exactly what I'd wished I'd taken.

Mr Mints had stashed somewhere about his person an apparently vast and never-ending supply of Polos. Perhaps down to his great age, or perhaps down to some sort of genetic defect, Mr Mints was sadly unable to suck these eternal Polos and breathe at the same time. This meant that for approximately ten seconds the bus stop would be filled with the click-click-click of the mint hitting off Mr Mints' (presumably false) teeth, followed by around twenty seconds of panicked, frenzied gasping as the elderly gent fought to continue breathing and thereby stay alive. This cycle repeated over and over and over again. Click-click-click, wheeze-wheeze-wheeze. Very soon it started to get on my nerves. Bridget, however, appeared to remain blissfully unfazed.

Sometime between 18:30 and 18:35 a dog appeared. Her name was Sasha. I know this because that's what Mary called her. Unless Mary just makes up names when she doesn't know them too. While Wendy continued to insistently deny that crows were able to cope with the citrusy goodness of Kiora, Mary took to shouting "Talk, Sasha, Talk!" to the dog, who responded by barking loudly several times in quick succession. Whenever Sasha stopped her outburst, Mary - dear, sweet little Mary - would command her to "talk" again.

"That's clever," Bridget smiled at me.

No, Bridget, it wasn't clever. The dog wasn't actually talking. Had Sasha responded in English or some other major human language my opinion may have been radically different. But the dog was merely frightened and bewildered by Mary's bellowed commands, Bridget. The fact the dog - a fairly large Alsation - didn't react by simply swallowing Mary whole rather than by barking panickedly at her has subsequently made me doubt the very existence of God.

So there I stood in the freezing cold, having been now waiting for almost an hour and a half listening to A/ an elderly man wrestling with death for the sake of a Polo, B/ a ten year old relentlessly screaming a single line to the Kiora advertising jingle and C/ a dog barking like it was being driven insane by rabies or something. Things were grim.

What happened next took things to a new level, however. As I stood there in that shelter wondering how my entire life could have so quickly gone so utterly wrong, the completely unexpected happened.

Mr Mints wet himself. I kid you not. He pissed his pants right there in the Goddamned bus stop. And what's more HE DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE!! He just stood there, gently steaming and sooking on his Polos. How do you deal with that situation? Do you say something? "Excuse me sir, you've emptied your bladder down the front of your trousers?" It's not, I'll admit, a scenario I've had to deal with in the past and one I was wholly unprepared for. In the end I said nothing. Bridget looked at me, smiled gently and said "awww, bless" like he was a baby who'd just said his first word or something. I was having serious doubt about Bridget by this point, let me tell you.

Two other buses passed in the opposite direction, a gang of teenagers turned up and started climbing on the bus shelter roof, and the stench of urine became nigh-on overpowering over the course of the next few minutes. I honestly thought that this was it. This was the point that the "he was so quiet, wouldn't say boo to a goose" neighbour became the blood-thirsty murderer on the six o'clock news. "Highland Shotgun Rampage Kills Ten" was the headline I could see on tomorrow's newspapers, and I was the star of the show.

Very evocative of Modern Britain.

Except that I never have, nor will, watch any Lucas/Spielberg movie, so missed the reference a bit.


Claverhouse :ph34r:

[jimkopelli]

People who, on spotting the reference on your t-shirt, follow you back to your table and bother you all through lunch even though you really don't care that much or think you'll have time to play DnD during the year. It's really infuriating when this happens when you're busy trying to get this chick to want to go out with you and she's kinda shy and was about to say something when that moron sat down and introduced himself and insisted on shaking hands with everyone (and they were all eating... bleh) and then she changed her mind or forgot. Grr. I guess stupid people in general, then.

[Crazy]

People who think your job is to cater to thier every whim.

[ohnoaninfp]

This smiley really scares me ---> :mad:

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[file cabinet]

scares you? but does it frustrate or angry you? 8O

[int]

People that can't rely on themselves are driving me nuts.

[Melody]

8O
:rofl:

[Avengardh]

Weak people...piss me off (as in weak-minded)...and people who can't control their impulses, mostly irrational people.

Annoying people, because for some reason I always end up with the annoying ones. And people who try to manipulate me...and who think they know me also piss me off. People who don't get to the point and keep beating around the bush, gods, just say it. Also people who complain as if they were in High School still, people, suck it up, this is College. I'm sure there's more...but that's about it.

~*Aven*~

[Hypnos]

Weak people...piss me off (as in weak-minded)...and people who can't control their impulses, mostly irrational people.
Ditto.

And people who ask me stupid questions, e.g. asking me what something means when the written explanation is just in front of them.

Maybe I mention these because my parents are visiting me right now, and my dad is highly skilled at both of these.

[KentOhio]

I get angry when I see one of those terrible commercials. You know the ones. They take a song from thee 60's or 70's, remix it, chop it up so it keeps repeating the most annoying and recognizable part, and play it in the background as someone talks. Gah! my mind knows how the song goes, and I can't help but keep following the course of it as it plays, and it's irritating when it's chopped up like that. And am I supposed to be listening to the speaker or the singer? It takes too much effort to do both. Then I hear the song on the radio and I don't like it anymore, because it makes me think of the stupid commercial. If you're an advertiser, and you want to write an original jingle, fine. But don't take legitimate songs, rehash them, and irritate us with them.

[Jkrs]

People who take it upon themselves to do things 'for my own good'. :P

[ohnoaninfp]

I hate it when I can't go out, because I don't have any money and my friends are not available, and then when I try to do something like go on the internet. The computer acts screwy so it takes me forever to get on and by the time I am one I am frustrated and pissed off. I also hate it when people tell me to change, exapecially my brother who wears nice clothes all the time. This is how I look I am not going to change just to please you. Why in the hell should I wear a frickin skirt and when I am just going to be going to school and sitting in my classes allday, or just being home all day with nothing to do, because my town is too damn small. Whats the point? I like being comfortable. Who do I have to impress, and why should I have to dress up to impress them? My brother should have to wear pantyhose then try to tell me to dress up all the time. Ugh! People!

[shaytana]

My younger brother ... god he pisses me off, but eh, thats his job. I beat him up and take his stuff :D

[file cabinet]

My younger brother ... god he pisses me off, but eh, thats his job. I beat him up and take his stuff :D

next time you beat him up can you gank something of this for me? thx

[int]

Heh. A website I work on was cracked this evening. Hopefully it's an isolated incident, but I don't want to have to start worrying about intense security. That's gonna get really annoying, really quick. :(

[Melody]

A website I work on was cracked this evening.
That's funny. I just cracked a website this evening. O_O

[int]

:rolleyes: Weren't you the one telling me my paranoia wasn't justified?

[Melody]

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