Pressing Your "Buttons"
 

Tonight I went to the movies with my cousin. We had fun but the theatre was pumping the air conditioning a little too much. I got chilly and, because I've got chronic lung problems, it made me cough now and then. And when I cough, it's loud. It's something I truly cannot help. I tried my best to keep it to a minimum.

As the movie ended, some asswad in the row behind us stood and made a very loud, obnoxious mock-cough at me. I turned in time to see his face and attire. As he left, he was laughing to his friends, as though he'd struck a great blow for theatre justice.

I was furious. I worked through the crowd, hoping to catch up to the asshole in time to ask what his problem was. At that point, I was prepared for eventual fisticuffs. I had no intention of throwing the first punch but I wasn't going to talk him down from a fight either. If he wanted to earn an assault record and pay thousands of dollars in reparations, that was a-okay with me.

It's a half-shame that I never found him. I checked the restrooms and everything but he slipped away. Perhaps he knew enough to make a swift exit before I caught up and let every other customer know what a rude, insensitive ass he was.

So I went for tacos instead. Everybody wins!


But to the point of this thread, making fun of me for any aspect of my chronic illness is likely to piss me off within seconds. It's a sensitive point and people have no right or justification to exploit it.

Similarly, I'm quick to snap if you blame me for something I didn't do. My anger intensifies if I tell you the truth and you label me as a liar on top of everything else. I expect this would upset many folk, but it makes me extremely short-tempered, more than other slights.

So, what "buttons" do you hate to have pressed?

How would he know you have a chronic illness and not just some jackass that went out while having a cold? =\/

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Actually, store clerks who don't speak English push my buttons. If you don't know how to take my order for a burger with no pickles, you shouldn't be working behind the counter.

Pushing my buttons is relative. I'm non-confrontational to the extreme, and I can't remember the last time I yelled at someone, even on the phone.

I really hate it when people don't give me an answer. When I ask a question that has an obvious and public answer, I want an answer. Now if it deals with privacy stuff I'll back off.

I really hate people who talk to me and give me compliments. As a matter of fact I hate compliments and criticism. Everytime I get done practicing piano, I come upstairs and I try to sneak around my father because everytime he says "Your so good, the best even." God, it really gets on my nerves.

I'm normally the kind of person that one would almost never see angry, mostly because I only have one button to be pushed. I can suck up a lot of things, but have no threshold for arrogance.

Any braggart or smack-talker that tries to rub anything in my face in a non-joking manner deserves a "fuck you." It's incredibly rude to lord it over people about how good you are about something or how much you have, while at the same time belittling them needlessly. It's even worse if it is totally unprovoked. I understand that it enhances the little scrap of dignity that some people have but I'll be damned if I have to play along with one's boasting.

He wouldn't know. However, he assumed as much. Ultimately, it doesn't matter why I was coughing. His response was completely inappropriate.

Being interrupted.

As a kid, my dad drilled it into my head that you do not interrupt people when they're speaking. As a result, I always wait until someone finishes a sentence or thought before chiming into a conversation.

Then the cocksucker interrupts me to tell me I'm wrong, or "but what if..." or to say something else they think is relevant. Often it really is relevant. However, now I'm stuck waiting for them to finish their next thought before I can get back to what I was saying in the first place. Frequently these discourteous motherfuckers will keep right on interrupting me and after about 5 occurrences, I'm no longer fit to converse because I'm so pissed off at their abject rudeness that I can't form a coherent thought anymore.

My mother's husband is notorious for this, and I've screamed at him about it before. Unfortunately, living in the South for several years took its toll on his intelligence, and being a MilitarAmeriConservaRepubliChristian means he's positive that it's impossible for him ever to be wrong about anything, so he hasn't quite caught onto how much it pisses me off when he cuts me off. Plus I know that if I ever do try to take back the conversation after he interrupts me, he'll accuse me of hypocrisy even though he's flat-out ignored my wish not to be interrupted in no less than 20 conversations (some of them quite heated by nature) If it weren't illegal to do so, I probably would have cut out his tongue and stitched his mouth shut with nylon cord by now.

So would it have been better if he had gone up to you and asked if you had a condition prior to saying how you detracted heavily from their movie-going experience?

I don't follow this. Can you give an example? As you list it, it just comes off like you get pissed off if you ask a dude for the time and he ignores it.

You hate compliments. So you're sort of a prick when people try and be nice to you.

And you hate criticism. So you're the final authority on everything you do. How's that bubble working out for you?

To move into one of my buttons? Asinine, infantile bullshit. People who can't deal with the fact the world doesn't revolve around them.

It pushes my buttons when people don't accept my opinions. They don't have to agree with it, they just have to simply accept the fact that it is my opinion. I also get annoyed when I'm having a conversation with someone and they switch topics uberfast. They don't even give me a chance to say something regarding that topic and then their already moving on. So I either say nothing, or I just say what I wanted to say, and then come out looking dumb for being off topic.

Other than that, nothing really annoys me that much.

See, that's how it came off for me as well, but I actually agree with him since that's one of my buttons too. Come on, everyone likes being acknowledge either in passing or in conversation and if you ask someone something so utterly trivial as the time and they just up and ignore you it's grounds for anger; maybe not rage but definitely a bit of anger.

At least I expect them to be courteous enough to let me know that they don't have a watch or at least make up a story if they're so petty as to REALLY NOT want to give you the time. LIE TO ME, JERRY. LIE TO ME!

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Are you gonna backhandedly whore that line out perpetually? Please be honest. Your answer determines whether or not you stay in this thread.

Yeah, it would've. Or something less purposefully abrasive, at least.

What's this "detracted from their moving-going experience" bullshit? Fuck him. I've just as much right to go see a movie as that asswipe.

He had the entire length of the movie to lean forward and say something. He chose not to. Mocking me as he left was petty and rude. Then he made sure I couldn't find him, like a freakin' coward. Why the hell should I give a damn about his movie experience after that?

It's not as though I have control over the air conditioning. Nor should I have to wear heavy clothes to the theatre while it's 90 degrees and humid outside.

The guy was a jackass. Why are you hassling me about this?

My dad does this a lot. I don't know why, he just has a hard time acknowledging that he heard what you said.

Complete strangers who come in to a conversation you're having and effectively derailing it.

A bit wordy. And something lots of folks hate.

But I walked in to my geosciences department (back in the college days) lounge and was talking about something that happened which delayed me from meeting with folks in there. I walked through the room, relaying the story and had a funny punchline midway through. I sat down and was about to continue (following the joke), when some pudgy fellow who I'd never seen before went "what, that's it? What a stupid fuckin' story."

I tilted my head and looked to the portly fellow and said "now who in the hell might you be?"
"Paul."
"Paul... Hmm... I've never heard of you... Know what that means?"
"What?"
"It means I don't give two flyin' fucks what you think. Shut your god damn mouth."

He went silent and left the room a few minutes later, and the whole time, my buddies where cracking up. Evidently this Paul is a big-time douche (some guy I've heard folks talk about but never saw), and no one ever worked up the courage in order to talk down to him.

People who talk in the movie theater bug me, too. I'm quite outgoing, though, so I will tell the individual(s) to shut their mouths or else I'll do it for 'em.

Actually, I thought of something else that bugs me, and it happens all the time at the university. I'm sitting there in a group with my friends, and we're having a conversation. Some random dude, who none of us knows, who just happens to be sitting near by, looks over and tries to add to our conversation. It's like "who the hell are you, and what makes you think you can add to our conversation". Naturally I don't say anything, cause I'm not mean or anything, but still, it urks me.

Oh, and also, I hate when I'm at school, during a spare, and I'm sitting playing a game. And some dude I don't even know stops and starts watching me play, from right behind me. Looking right over my shoulder. Invading my personal space. It's like "Did I invite you to freaking watch me? Who the hell do you think you are?". So I just exit the game, close my laptop, and move to the corner where people can't get behind me and watch. But it still annoys me.

People that make assumptions with no solidified basis and then go into making other assumptions based upon false assumptions and giving themselves a pat on the back. Dumb ass-umptions.

LOL. You should've said; "We don't take too kindly to outsiders round these here parts! This is the inside conversation college and you obviously skipped orientation!" Actually, don't say that.

I agree. But perhaps he was only looking for surprise buttsecks?

Liars. irl I'm too placid to be considered cynical, and hence I give the impression of gullible. This is not the case, and when people abuse my trust it really fucks me off.

People without manners annoy me to no end. Crash, if the same thing had happened to me, I would have been majorely pissed about it. I don't understand why the whole mocking side of it has to be there. There's no call for it. Even though he didn't know, he should've had the sense to keep his mouth shut, since he has no idea what may be wrong. In terms of other acts of courtesy that tend to pass others by, say for instance I hold a door open for someone. I am deliriously happy (as ridiculous as it sounds) when someone thanks me for holding a door open for them, or any other similar act. It doesn't happen enough these days.

I notice the people who say such things tend to get touchy, because these 'unfounded assumptions' are pretty close on the mark.

Just something I noticed.

Thats another reason why I don't say anything. I suck at comebacks in general and end up just sounding stupid. So I either hit the guy, or don't say anything. Actually, something that is pushing my buttons right now is the fact that i can't find a single stainless steel bowl in my house. I wanted to make a salad, and I have no bowls. I'll have to kill Qube.

That's probably the thing that does it the most for me, as well as being interrupted. If someone interrupts me, I'll just turn around and walk away while they're still talking.

Calling me a liar is probably grounds for a fight, from anybody. I'm very honest and pride myself on that. Sure, I'll tell worthless white lies that have no consequence to anybody at all, but when it comes to anything serious, I'd definitely the guy to talk to if you want honesty (unless you're an insurance agent).

Once and I'll let it fly, but twice and I'll probably be in somebody's face, or already scrappin' on the ground.

Also, treating me like a kid. I'm pissed off at work all the time because I get treated like a kid. Sure, I'm one of the youngest guys in the shop, but I know just as much as half of the fucks in there. And all the other guys my age are outside washing cars or changing oil while I'm rebuilding engines. Getting sick of people thinking I'm dumb because I'm young.

Also, having to repeat tasks. Doing shit OVER and OVER and OVER again is just fucking IRRITATING. If it's something easy, I probably don't mind. But if it's difficult or I dislike doing it, boy I get red in the face.

o that wuz u Carsh?

That wuz me.

And Zeph is lying about how he'll fight if you call him a liar. I should know. I've never met him.


LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO.

But can you see how that would be annoying to someone who's actually asking him a question and getting a blank stare that passes right through them?

wvlfpvp knows because I write him secret notes every single day.

Except on Christmas, because he is gay, and Jesus hates gay people, so I don't give him any presents either.

I wouldn't say Jesus hates gay people, per se. But GOD definitely HATES THEM FAGGOTS and we all know that Jesus would NEVER disobey his old man. I mean, shit... He let a bunch of sadistic boy-loving Romans nail him to a 2x4; niggas don't come much more loyal than that.

I'm sure they were just trying to find Jesus' "buttons".

It was on his side the whole time. They stabbed the shit out of it. :(

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A few people can back me up on this one.

It's more of a theory a couple friends and I came up with this year. The theory is : People have one job to do, and they can't do it. Do you ever notice this? It seems to happen an awful lot. And this doesn't just press my buttons, it places a 30 ton brick on my buttons.

For example, at my high school, the counsellors are lazy ass pieces of shit. This may be extremely arrogant, but in a nutshell, their job is to make sure that they support the decisions of us students, and make sure we don't screw up our lives. Sadly, they fail miserably at this job.

My friend (Free.User) was told by a cousellor at our school that a computer course he wanted to take was a required science needed for graduation. Satisfied, he took it, and didn't bother taking other sciences, because they had no relevance to the field of study he chose in post secondary. Halfway through the following year, they told him that it wasn't a science after all, and unless he took a different science such as physics, chemistry etc. he wouldn't graduate from grade 12. Being a busy guy, he had no room in his timetable, so he had to take a physics course through a distant education program and will work through part of his summer completing this course.

This same counsellor screwed a few other people over, including me. He told another student, who had a 87 average, that he shouldn't bother applying for bursaries and scholarships because he didn't have the grades. What the fuck. He has an "A" average, and you're not supporting him at all? In fact, you're just telling him to give up! What an asshat.

And finally, he told me to not take calculus in college because his son failed it, which automatically means I will too. Maybe your son is just a fucking retard? Ever thought of that?

He even tried to force me to take courses I didn't want to, just because no one was taking them.

I think it's time to stop my bitching, so I'll wrap it up. People can't do the only job their supposed to do. This counsellor failed at every aspect of counselling and many students had to pay the price for his incompetence. That's what pushes my buttons.

I hate it when folks make fun of mentally ill people and everyone who knows me knows never to do in my presence. It's one of those things that make can me go from zero to rip-your-throat-out pissed off in less than a second.

Another button I hate to have pressed is the one having to do with my illness. My joints hurt all day every day without fail. Some days are bad, some days are okay. Normal activities often irritate them, but I hardly ever complain and I go about my daily activities as normally as I possibly can. When I do have to back down from doing something, like washing dishes because my wrist hurts like a bitch or slowing down my jog because my knees feel like they're filled with liquid fire, and someone says that I'm using my problem as an excuse, I become livid.

I also despise being talked to as if I were a kid. I am young but I am not a child and I appreciate not being treated like one.

Oh, like you've never laughed at a retarded person joke.

I mean come on! They're all like, "DUR DUR DURRR," it's hilarious!

Fiddlegoof, why don't you forward that post to your principal.

...instead of bitching about it online.

I hate dealing with smug people, and I really hate it when you're arguing with someone and they call you "Sweetie" or "Honey". One of my roommates did that when we were arguing and I wanted to punch her. She also had a smug look on her face 24/7, so that didn't help.

I really don't know what pushes my buttons. I don't get violently angry at much; I know that. Maybe being attacked personally, usually through verbal means. Maybe being told I'm wrong when either I know I'm not or the item is open to interpretation (which it why I late reading comprehension). Maybe being in a situation where I'm trying to get something done and one or more people stop me from doing it. Maybe it's a combination of all of those things. But it's been a while since I've gotten that mad over something, and therefore can't say with any certainty.

You've never given a kid a mean look after he was kicking your chair or talking through the movie? Never been irritated and tried to stare down a guy that was talking on his cell phone during a movie?

Oh geez. Don't get me started about the "guy that was talking on his cell phone during a movie." Was at a theater in florida when this woman of african heritage got a ring, picked it up, then her 80 children started to talk.

ugh. The whole theater was like "SHUT UP OR TAKE IT OUTSIDE"

dats raycist. (I've had the same thing happen to me...)

One thing I hate is people who act like they are better then you no matter what you're talking about. Like just because I'm young that means I have no clue what the fuck I'm talking about, or the 'older people' that think I don't have a right to except the same common courtesy as every other human.

I get annoyed by the fact that winnipeg doesn't help out pedestrians at all. I don't drive, so I either bike, or walk places. You wouldn't believe how many streets in winnipeg don't have sidewalks. And therefore I have to bike or walk on the street, and then I get cars honking at me because they have to go around me. HELLOOOOO!!!! I have a right to travel here too. How about you get the government to build me a sidewalk here! Yah, it really annoys me.

That doesn't always do much good. Supposedly, here in Vegas (or so I've heard because I haven't confirmed this officially), it is against the law to ride your bike on the sidewalk.

And that's what people will do, they ride in the damned street despite there being a sidewalk, even though I doubt any officer would actually enforce such a stupid law.

People spelling irk as urk. :mad:

Actually, I'm crap with spelling and writing.

I hate when people clap and shout in movie theaters during the movie.

Like when I went to see Dreamgirls I kept hearing, "Sing it girl. Woo hoo!" and stuff like that. I don't mind laughing at theaters, but yelling out like the actors can hear you?
It's just real stupid.

This doesn't happen anymore, but during high school and younger grades people would pronounce my name(Jorge) with an emphasis on the
WHORE part.

"What's your name?"
"Jorge."
"WHORE hey?"
"..."

I don't let many things get to me.
I try not to.
VOID OF EMOTION HERE.

Dude. You were watching Dreamgirls.




What the hell did you expect?

I'm not gonna lie... I do this SPECIFICALLY to get a rise out of someone during an argument; regardless of gender.

Welcome to Isla Vista, CA; except that when people honk at us when we're on the street we usually kick nice little dents into their fucking Mercedes-Benz. I swear... Only a rich, spoiled, bratty out-of-towner visiting his stoner brother in a car that daddy gave them would have the gall to drive down those streets and honk at pedestrians who have nowhere else to walk.

Bonus points for driver's side bumps that set off the airbags.

What the heck do you think?

Silence. :(

I'm sure she did, too, which just made me want to punch her more.

I don't know dude... It's kind of like how I HATE going to movies and having people cheering ad nauseum and applauding like the gods actually give a fuck when the movie ends... So you know what I DON'T do?
Show up on opening day.


So really, what he means is: If you want to not have to experience the irritation it's best to avoid it altogether.

You really think so?
Darn I'm slow!
That's it.
I'll only go to the movie theater for comedy movies.

CLASS CHOICE, MY MAN.

I hear White Girls: The Sequel is gonna :rock: and :megaman: on opening day @ your nearest Oakland movie screener.

No, what you do is go to a splatter horror flick with white people on opening night. That ramps up enjoyment level as communal experience immensely.

I think that's part of why I honestly really enjoyed the original Resident Evil. With a smaller audience, I might not have liked it as much.

For the record, asshat, I did complain about it to them, along with most of our student body. That's what presses my buttons, so I should be allowed to write about it in this thread without someone criticizing why I wrote it in the first place. Douchebag.

Ladies, please let's not start an argument over this now. If you must keep this up at least take this sexy conversation to PMs.

I apologize. He was just "pressing my buttons" at the time.

Yeah, hence the underlying joke of the thread; just don't let it get to you or out the door you guys are gonna go head first. :p

I didn' mean nuttin' bah it.

I just assumed you didn't, since you added nothing of that sort. Sowwy. \=|

No worries, It's all good man. But I can't pass down the oppertunity to call someone an asshat. :P

Anyways, I thought of a second thing that presses my buttons (yes, a lot of stuff pisses me off.) It's when people, especially teenage girls, take forever to tell a thirty second story because they either:

A) Get distracted easily and lose their train of thought.
B) Fill their story with unecessary words, such as "like", "you know" etc.
C) Go off on random tangents, which have nothing to do with the original story.

It frustrates me when I know how the story will end before they even finish telling it, and have to listen to them try to get to their point anyways. I have a 14 year old sister, so I get a lot of this first hand.