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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? Jam it back in, in the dark. ![]() |
How would he know you have a chronic illness and not just some jackass that went out while having a cold? =\/
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
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. This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
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 am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
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. I was speaking idiomatically. |
He wouldn't know. However, he assumed as much. Ultimately, it doesn't matter why I was coughing. His response was completely inappropriate. What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? ![]() |
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. How ya doing, buddy? It is not my custom to go where I am not invited. |
How ya doing, buddy? |
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. Jam it back in, in the dark. ![]() John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
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. There's nowhere I can't reach.
Last edited by Smelnick; Jun 19, 2007 at 05:24 PM.
Reason: Unwhoring that line.
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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! Additional Spam:
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.
Last edited by Paco; Jun 19, 2007 at 04:34 PM.
Reason: This member got a little too post happy.
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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? I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? ![]() |
I was speaking idiomatically. |
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. What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?
Hey, maybe you should try that thing Chie was talking about.
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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. FELIPE NO |
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.
What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?
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Last edited by RainMan; Jun 19, 2007 at 06:00 PM.
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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. Most amazing jew boots ![]() ![]() |
Just something I noticed. There's nowhere I can't reach. |
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? ![]() |
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. I was speaking idiomatically. ![]() |
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. What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
FELIPE NO |
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. What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? ![]() |
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.
Jam it back in, in the dark. |