Fuckin hate wet shoes.
 

In my opinion, wet shoes are the worst thing to happen to you ever that is also completely inconsequential. It just makes you miserable and that's it.

What's the biggest little thing that pisses you off the most?

I have a terrible memory. SimDaddyGT can back me up on that one. I hate when I forget something. It's never usually anything big, but it gets me furious.

Example - Yesterday, one of my employees asked to stop at a speciality meats shop for some cracklin' (sup unhealthy food) on my way into work this morning. I set my alarm 5 minutes early to compensate. I woke up, showered, got ready, left the house, got on the interstate, got on the other interstate, figured out how much cracklin' I could get the guy with the money he gave me, did more driving, and then completely passed up the exit I was supposed to take. I didn't even realize it until I was a good 1/2 mi past the exit down I-10.

I cursed myself out for a good 5 min on the way to the next exit to turn around.

I have several pet peeves. Jaywalkers strolling across a really busy street in front of my car when there's a crosswalk 10 ft away. People who stop in the middle of a busy walkway, lined up across it to block it when there's tons of people trying to get by. Things like that.

Also, wet shoes don't bug me as much as wet SOCKS do. Shoes dry pretty quickly. Socks do not :(

Wet shoes can turn into wet socks if the shoes aren't watertight and goddamn it is annoying. Something that really gets on my nerves? Getting morsels of food (seeds, apple skin...) stuck between my teeth. That drives me crazy until I can get chance to floss or at least use a toothpick.

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A fucking hang nail.

I get them on occasion, but nothing's worse than a cracked cuticle though.

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I complain about these silly things because really, there wasn't a second that you aren't using these fingers. :\

Excluding traffic pet-peeves (because I could go on and on and on for DAYS), I get really aggravated when cabinets are left ajar, or worse, wide open. Even when you're putting dishes back or something like that, they can't be left open for more than a few seconds if you're not opening it. I lose my shit.

I can't stand when venetian blinds aren't perfectly aligned in a series of windows. If they AREN'T perfectly aligned, they damn well better be symmetric or in a pattern of some kind.

I have a whole host of neuroses regarding paperwork. Staples have to be just so, paperwork within folders must be perfectly crisp and aligned, so on.

As I get older, I realize I may suffer some form of OCD. It gets worse over time, too.

Wet shoes don't bother me so much, though. :)

This is exactly why I complain about papercuts. No matter what I do, I'm using my fingers. Typing, pushing buttons of one kind of another, or even just reading a book, your fingers are rarely at rest.

Sass, you just peered into my brain and pulled out my thoughts! Another thing that is a total day-ruiner (that really shouldn't be) is people who interrupt when others are talking. That, and people who are formulating their next sentence while you're talking to them. You can see it in their eyes. They're just itching for their turn to blurt out whatever non sequitur they're busy cooking up while you're trying to effing tell them something.

That, and when the wind blows your hair into your lip gloss and then whips the glossy strand right across your glasses, leaving a trail of glittery pink goo that will not wipe off with any material yet invented by humans.

The only thing that ruins my days is the lack of caffeine. If I don't have at least a cup of coffee in the morning either on my drive to work or before I get in the car, I have the worst withdrawal symptoms (and that's exactly what they are) that last all day like a mild hangover that won't go away. And don't even get me started how bad that was in the 2 or 3 weeks when I was quitting smoking; you straight just wake up HATING shit for no reason.

I swear, I would have been better off developing a fucking meth habit. :(

My family has this terrible habit of leaving the little things for someone else to do. We're not talking about taking out the garbage or shit like that. We're talking about tiny things like changing the toilet paper roll. I get so irritated when someone leaves an empty roll on the rack because they're too lazy to get a new one. Or worse, when they leave one or two tiny sheets left on it, because then they're 'justifying' not changing it.

And now that the weather is nice, windows are left open, and if the wind blows a piece of paper onto the floor, everyone will step over it rather than pick it up. Why?

Jews.

No I'm kidding.

It's Mexicans.

No, seriously though. Natives.

In actuality, there is one thing that will instantly ruin any day, no matter how great it's been: Being a captive audience for an idiot. Whether it's dealing with a client at work, or having to, god forbid, require speaking to a complete dumbfuck in order to require something I need.

It's that inability to get out of the conversation without harming myself in some way that does it. It's like being restrained. The knowledge this experience of having to listen to someone equate their current problem with a "hilarious" problem their cat had on the Thursday before last is necessary just murders me a little inside. Or hey, sure, I can get that paperwork I need but first I need to nod through a twenty minute story about how they thought their grass was growing really fast this spring, but it turns out it's just dandelions, and they had to put poison on them, but the poison killed the grass so now the grass is growing slow, but their neighbour's grass is growing faSHUT THE FUCK UP.

But the worst, the utter worst, is having to not correct someone when they are painfully wrong about something. A best client of the office or somesuch. The moment they tell you they hear that the liberals plan to outlaw religion, or that Obama wants to use taxes to support baby murder. And you can't yell at them. You can't. So upsetting.

Stupid people. They are ruiners.

I'm telling you from personal experience that correcting them despite all the known repercussions is a type of orgasm that can't be duplicated ANYWHERE. I mean, sure you burn a bridge and shit, but you ain't never busted a psychological nut like that!

Why can't you politely correct them?

I mean, I am sure you can curb your Internet Denicalis personality at the door for 2 seconds and explain with some warmth and patience (even if it's faked), can't you?

I firmly believe that some of these people will continue to believe whatever bullshit because they go unchecked. CLEARLY they'll believe anything, so why not politely throw your hat in too? ((This is where we differ, I think. I would totally open my mouth in a kind way to correct their misunderstandings in hopes that maybe they'll think more carefully about their opinions in the future. Some people would say it's not my business. But when there's a MAJOR factual error, I can't HELP but to try))

This. My favourite in-car words are "wanker", "twat" and "eejit".

When someone invites you round to watch a film and talks through the entire thing. I don't mind a little conversation, but I mean when it gets to the point where you wonder why they were so intent on showing you it if you can't go a few minutes without them talking over it.

The same goes for when I'm studying or trying to read something and I'm interrupted, constantly. It happens a lot at college in the library. One of my classmates usually completes work and revision within a few days then complains that she's got nothing to do, so even though I say I've really got to get stuff done she'll come and sit with me and talk about everything and nothing while I grit my teeth and try to continue regardless. No one else seems to mind cause they can talk and work, but that's the one thing I can't multi-task with.

Being interrupted, and a tie-in with that, people who don't consider your opinion because they're too busy interrupting you to listen to most of what you say.

When you're doing something like washing up and your legs start itching. The same with feet when you're wearing shoes you can't slip off.

Accidentally poking yourself in the eye with mascara.

Also, same as Idle, I have a terrible memory as well. It doesn't matter how many times I check my pockets and bag before I leave the flat, I always forget one little thing.

Because when even politely correcting a nutjob, the nutjob will often get angrily defensive. And when one is trying to land a very, very expensive contract, the last thing one wants to do is try and explain to a nutjob, even nicely, why their view that aliens created the nazca lines is fucking wacky.

Ever tried using logic and decency to explain to a crazy right wing tea bagger that under Obama taxes are at the lowest in recent memory, and that he is, in fact, not a muslim terrorist? How's that go over?

Just like Idle, I forget EVERYFUCKIGNTHING nowadays it seems. I forgot to take my backback to work this morning, then when I got it later in the day, I LEFT it in the work truck. fuckin' a

ALSO...

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CHRIST why do people fuck this one up so bad?

when people walk in front of my vehicle so i have to run them over

Does the roll dispense incorrectly when it's in the WRONG position? I don't understand why this is such a big deal. I've had friends complain about how I set up toilet paper in my house. Fuck off! Complain when there's shit on the toilet seat.

Because when it comes out the front, you can tear that shit with one hand, but when it comes out the back, and you rip at it, the fucking roll keeps going and ends up all over the floor. And if it's a public toilet and it doesn't turn very well, it makes it more difficult because it usually comes off one sheet at a time.

What are you doing with your other hand that makes this an issue?

Oh don't think I'm going to give up this argument. Why do I have to shift my WHOLE ass, possibly putting at risk my protective, paper ass-cover's coverage JUST to shift my other hand over so that I might manhandle a roll of shitpaper with precision delicacy?

And you wonder why your marriage lasted, what, six months?

What, just because you're an old, footloose hag who nobody loves means you're a fucking expert on relationships?

Propped purely for the use of "footloose" in a sentence, what the fuck

Really, Zeph? I was joking, you dumbfuck. I wasn't going to throw down over which way the toilet paper should sit on the roll.

And, yes, I'm 40. I really do not care much if you think I'm old, but it's completely hilarious you'd call me a footloose hag who has nobody to love her. You have absolutely no idea who I do or do not in my life to love me, and as for footloose? I have no idea where that gem came from.

I just put the roll on its end on my toilet tank 'cause I'm fuckin' classy

I simply use a bidet.

Of course, this does bring us full-circle to the wet shoes issue.

I tend to be an incredibly patient person, so I try not to let the smaller things in life both me, but just like everybody else I do have my pet peeves that annoy me to no end.

This is my favorite one. I have no problems helping around the house. If there is something that needs to be done, I have no problems doing it. However, if somebody tells me to do something and I spend a few minutes to an hour doing it. Don't tell me that I did it wrong so you end up doing the task that I was suppose to do over again. Tell me what I did wrong so I can know better next time. If you already had a set plan on how to do something you should of done it yourself.

I also can't stand forgetting something. Usually when I'm home I have a lot of errands to do. Despite all the tasks I do when I go into town about 75% of the time I always forget something. It makes me livid when I get home.

PEOPLE. TALKING ON THEIR CELL PHONES. WHILE I'M TRYING TO ASSIST THEM AT WORK.

What, you weren't already on your cell phone while you were driving, talking to the same person you're talking to now? Did it ever occur to you that I could have questions for you that may be of a vital nature, particularly when it's concerning your health?

That's right, I keep forgetting: respect and propriety are on the critically endangered behaviors list.

If you think this picture is accurate, you haven't owned a cat who likes your toilet paper. If the toilet paper is on the 'correct' way in that picture, a cat will just unroll it completely. If its the other way, sure it might shred a little, but at least you don't have to roll it back up, or go fetch a new one if you're lazy.

You know, I never really had this pet peeve until I moved in with my roommate. He insists on pausing a movie and asking things like "Who is that?!" and "What is going on here?!" randomly through the movie. I tend to just shake my head and tell him to watch to find out, especially when the answer is just about to be revealed anyway.

Are those things making a comeback or what? I just had a client exit my office and he wants us to design a door hanger advertising the sale and installation of bidets. I probably laughed too hard about this in his presence and I'll be seriously surprised if he even comes back. :(

I want a bidet, because then ass cleaning is much easier. You use it AFTER the primary wiping.

Also, I fucking HATE when a light is flashing yellow on the main road, and red on the road crossing it, and stupid motherfuckers come to a STOP AT THE FLASHING YELLOW. IF YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TREAT IT LIKE A FOUR WAY STOP, IT WOULD BE FLASHING RED ON EACH SIDE OF THE LIGHT.


God.

I have the opposite problem. An example. A friend of mine was showing me Enemy At The Gates. He paused it multiple times, but only to explain modern world history to me so I'd understand the context. Thanks man, that's exactly why I chose to study that particular subject in latter day highschool years =/ The same thing happened when we watched Band of Brothers.

I guess that's another pet peeve right there. Being patronised when it's not justified.

Oh, my roommate does that to the random asian women he brings around (no, I'm not stereotyping, asian women are his fascination lately). He pauses it and explains the cultural reference, whether they asked for it or not.

I get upset over empty ice trays in the freezer. If you bothered to use the last of it, why not re-fill it before you put it back so other people can enjoy the same privlidges you just did, hmmm? Same thing with empty orange juice containers (especially those paper box ones since you can't tell if it's empty or not until you reach for it to pour). If it's empty, it should be in the trash, NOT inside the fridge taking up valuable space.

Also, hair in the bathroom. I'm relieved when I see that it's only MY hair that's scattered all over the bathroom. At least if it's my own filth, I'm the only one to be ashamed that I'm not cleaning up after myself. I shed constantly, so I go after them and clean the bathroom as an afterthought every few days or so, but I'm usually pleased that whatever hair I'm picking off the floor is just mine. For some reason, if it wasn't and it was mostly other people's hair, it would gross me out.

Fingerprints on monitors were a HUGE pet peeve for me, but now that I'm out of school and my work computer and my own desktop at home is the only screens I'm around, I'm not bothered quite by it. I guess when I had to use shared lab monitors for schoolwork that had largely to do with graphic / pretty stuff on screen it affected my perfectionist attitude.

All of these are insignificant. We're out of ice/juice, big deal, make/buy more. There's hair on the floor or fingerprints on monitors, big deal, clean it up. BUT IT JUST BUGS ME. I'm doing better recently though; I'm hardly upset about dirty dishes in the sink because I'm equally guilty in the crime (and my roommate's boyfriend volunteers to do them when he's here, in exchange for home-cooked meals).

Ugh. I just discovered another one: my co-worker who sits in front of me always has these clog-like shoes on, and she's the type of woman who walks dragging her feet across the carpet. I don't understand why it bugs me, but it does. PICK UP YOUR DAMN FEET WOMAN, THIS AIN'T A JAPANESE TEMPLE WITH TATAMI MATS.

Goddamn the people with dragging their feet. My old apartment used to be right by pedestrian entrance to the parking garage, and I'd hear people scraping their feet all way way from the walkway that leads to the garage until they got in their car to drive away. Also, it was always Asians. Is there some sort of cultural thing I don't know going on there?

I think one of my biggest pet peeves is when using a public computer it having a gunky mouse. Back in the days of mouse balls I'd open the bottom up and clean the rollers off (except at my school where they glued them shut arghhhhhhhhhhh). Nowadays everywhere has laser mice, so instead I clean the filth off of the pads so it'll slide evenly across the mousepad. I know it's probably grosser to touch that stuff than to leave it, but something about a crappy mouse bothers me so much.

The only legit excuse I can think of is following:
A) Traditional Asian homes (even most condo's) are wood or tatami flooring; hardly any carpet, and transfers motion/vibration a LOT further if you walk the western way. People consider our "normal" way of picking up our ankles and walking "stomping" because you can feel it. Also, Asian countries are custom more to sitting close to the floor or directly on it.
B) Culture that has very weak/shallow history in rubber-soled thick shoes (which do make a lot of noise when you stomp around). They basically wore flip flops/strap sandles made of hay for centuries before westerners came aboard. I imagine those are harder to walk around in.

So traditionally in Japan, I think it may have been more "proper" to not pick up your feet to walk (which given the reason above about the architechture and living culture, is sorta understandable). It's just when these people wear thick-sole shoes that really makes sounds that aren't very proper in Western culture.
It's kinda like slurping your food. In Japan, it's polite to slurp your noodles (and considered even more gourmet since the slurping action incorporates more air with your food as you eat and thus make it taste better), but obviously that is considered bad manners here... It's the kind of thing people from that culture wouldn't even think differently unless they're addressed with it. If the Asians you notice dragging their feet are married to someone of Asian decent, eat Asian food everyday and you barely understand their English and only talks to their families in their language and the people they go to church are also Asian, chances are they've never been told that dragging their feet is something that's not considered good walking manners in this country (USA).

And ditto on the dirty mice. I always used to clean a mouse in the library before using it.

Oh my god yes. Are you sure we weren't separated at birth?

People whose inbox messages are over 1000. Are they all really that important or were the owners too lazy to clean out junk spams?

This. Completely.

My only exception is for the e-mail I use for school and other important things. I usually let it pile up during the year so I don't lose important e-mails. After everything is said and done, THEN I go and delete it.

Otherwise, my spam e-mail account can't get that high or I'm gonna get pissed off.

I do love those asshole drivers, especially those around Hollywood that are all "I have an expensive car and therefore I'm the most important driver on this road" type people. When they get behind me and drive recklessly I'm like "YES, PLEASE HIT ME IN THE ASS ME WITH YOUR RIDICULOUS EXPENSIVE CAR."

Sadly, this is LA. There's a good chance the Audi/BMW/Mercedes drivers live in a 1 bedroom, $1050/mo SHACK of a crappy apartment. :( The luxury status of a car does not reflect income level accurately.

Yeah, this bugs me too. I used to clean the ball, all that shit too. Now that all you have to do is knock the gunk off the laser mice nowadays, the trick is to just rub the mouse really hard on the edge of the desk somewhere you won't be touching it a lot. Saves you any sanitary concerns.