What drives you crazy?

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Pucker

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Lol it drives me crazy when they slam on the brake then in the middle of there turn they will flip there blinker on.um hello signal THEN turn moron.

I am an avid cyclist and the place I live is very bicycle friendly (when the bike paths aren't full of high school cross country teams ; ) ), but sooner or later you're going to have to deal with all those people driving around with one hand and less than their full attention.

I would have to take my shoes off (if there's two things I'm not good at, it's counting) to count the number of times I've had my very life threatened by people who were either taking turns they did not indicate or driving around totally unaware that their turn signal is on.
 

KingAHolic

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I am an avid cyclist and the place I live is very bicycle friendly (when the bike paths aren't full of high school cross country teams ; ) ), but sooner or later you're going to have to deal with all those people driving around with one hand and less than their full attention.

I would have to take my shoes off (if there's two things I'm not good at, it's counting) to count the number of times I've had my very life threatened by people who were either taking turns they did not indicate or driving around totally unaware that their turn signal is on.

why don't bicyclists ride on the sidewalks? just wonderin'.... they don't around here.......
 

staropeace

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I opted for hamburger helper for supper. I have a cold so wanted a quick meal....I do jazz it up with chopped sauteed vegetables and shredded cheese. Anyway, these cellophane packets of pasta. I usually try to slit the top with a sharp knife to open. I always friggen manage to make a mess of it with pasta flying everywhere. Damn it!!!
 

CoriSCapnSkip

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Okay, I swear I'm not paranoid or making this up. Every second place I go, I get jumped all over for doing some perfectly innocent thing which is perceived as horrible coming from me, but other people there do the exact same (or usually worse) and everyone fawns over how cute and adorable they are. I point out the unfairness of this and get jumped on again.

For years I was convinced this had something to do with how I looked (including body language) or sounded. I was so glad when the internet was invented as I always thought written communication was my thing, only to find online it's as bad or worse! I've been banned about a half a dozen times, for instance, for posting in the Off-Topic section under the part clearly marked "Post your problems here." I use clean language and attack only when attacked first, but still I am told my problems are unacceptable although they let anyone else post practically anything! Never understood it, never will. Incidentally I am about one incident away from giving up on this whole planet entirely!
 

FlakeNoir

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Okay, I swear I'm not paranoid or making this up. Every second place I go, I get jumped all over for doing some perfectly innocent thing which is perceived as horrible coming from me, but other people there do the exact same (or usually worse) and everyone fawns over how cute and adorable they are. I point out the unfairness of this and get jumped on again.

For years I was convinced this had something to do with how I looked (including body language) or sounded. I was so glad when the internet was invented as I always thought written communication was my thing, only to find online it's as bad or worse! I've been banned about a half a dozen times, for instance, for posting in the Off-Topic section under the part clearly marked "Post your problems here." I use clean language and attack only when attacked first, but still I am told my problems are unacceptable although they let anyone else post practically anything! Never understood it, never will. Incidentally I am about one incident away from giving up on this whole planet entirely!
I do get the impression that you're a very passionate person about the things that mean a lot to you... perhaps you are often coming up against equally strong personalities in your travels? I do think the internet has changed the way people interact with each other and that folks will speak their minds far more openly than they would have even 5 or 10 years ago.

You have spoken of depression ('giving up on the whole planet entirely') previously... I do hope that you have/or will find someone with experience in counselling, to help you through those darker days/times.

((( CoriSCapnSkip )))
 

CoriSCapnSkip

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My counselor thinks my medication is inadequate but I think that's the least part of the problem. We have to come to terms with some real issues. This may be more for the regrets thread, but for the most part I am very discouraged with my life since 1972. Between 1961-1963 I don't remember, 1963-1972 had many bad moments but overall good, at least in comparison, and the bad passed, 1972 on has been pretty much all bad and it's the good which passed quickly. My family put me in a position of having to "prove" my life is worth sustaining and I am deeply disappointed in having been unable to produce irrefutable proof. (I did some writing and am afraid if I do more I'll end up proving just the opposite.) In 2004-2006 I received a partial explanation of why this may be, but it does not solve the bottom line. I need huge miracles to take place or I see everything coming to an early destructive end. Of course a lot of things drive me crazy, some of which could go in the regrets thread, but this outweighs everything. For the past year it has taken over my life! Thank you for listening.
 

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My counselor thinks my medication is inadequate but I think that's the least part of the problem. We have to come to terms with some real issues. This may be more for the regrets thread, but for the most part I am very discouraged with my life since 1972. Between 1961-1963 I don't remember, 1963-1972 had many bad moments but overall good, at least in comparison, and the bad passed, 1972 on has been pretty much all bad and it's the good which passed quickly. My family put me in a position of having to "prove" my life is worth sustaining and I am deeply disappointed in having been unable to produce irrefutable proof. (I did some writing and am afraid if I do more I'll end up proving just the opposite.) In 2004-2006 I received a partial explanation of why this may be, but it does not solve the bottom line. I need huge miracles to take place or I see everything coming to an early destructive end. Of course a lot of things drive me crazy, some of which could go in the regrets thread, but this outweighs everything. For the past year it has taken over my life! Thank you for listening.
I do hope that you're able to find your miracles...
(I learned a long time ago that unfortunately you cannot rely on others to uncover your happiness, you walk that road alone... and it can be lonely sometimes, but when you find those pockets of 'wonderful'... it is so worth it.)

Wishing you peace of mind...
 

Pucker

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This doesn't really drive me crazy (as it only happened once), but there isn't any thread for Mildly Annoying Things, so here goes:

I'm probably like a lot of people in that I never see my money.

My salary is direct-deposited and I buy almost everything on my Visa so I can win valuable prizes (although I have yet to save any Russian Jews). As long as I pay up the balance every month it costs me nothing not to carry cash. This does not help me, however, when I have to do my laundry.

For that, I need coinage. Quarters.

So I go to the bank.

Where I live the biggest bank around is Wells Fargo. Probably you've heard of it. I've got a lot of money in that bank. Not so much as Uncle Jed had in Milburn Drysdale's bank, maybe . . . but a goodly percentage of all the money I have in the world (never have all your money in one place, kids). Remember that while I tell you this:

I go to the ATM (as opposed to the ATM machine) and grab $20 and then I bop up to the window and I ask the fine young man there for two rolls of quarters, which he produces very efficiently and cordially.

So far so good.

So off I go and -- at length -- I'm doing my laundry and it so happens that in among all the useful, well-behaved American quarters there are (it turns out) four Canadian quarters between the two rolls: One dollar out of 20, or 5%.

Not such a big deal, really. I can remember a time when the bank would give you more than that in interest just for letting them gamble with your money, and probably many of you can, too. In any case, I didn't really care much about the dollar. I could spare it and I can always use the money next time I go to Canada (beautiful place), but the idea of it bothered me a little.

Why is this giant conglomerate nickel-and-diming its customers like this? This is the kind of thing that has been getting me in trouble all my life:

The principle of the thing.

So, the next time I have to go to the bank (three weeks, maybe a month later) I bring the coins back and I tell the nice lady at the counter what happened and she looks at me, a little troubled, and says that she can't do anything about it.

Now, usually what customer service representatives mean when they say they "can't" help you is that they don't want to. So I ask: What do you mean, you can't help me? and she tells me that the bank, itself, does not roll the quarters and that it pays whatever fee and the books all have to balance and a whole bunch of other stuff that only bankers care about.

"But you gave them to me," I say, which I think is a perfectly reasonable complaint.

"Sorry, dear," she says.

I should probably tell you at this point that the customer service representative had a heavy English accent (her nametag identified her as Deirdre, sure enough). I'm not sure what this says about me, but I simply cannot resist the charm of the English when it is right in front of me. So in an odd sort of way, I was kind of enjoying the exasperation.

They were sorry. So that was good.

I have six figures in that bank, and I actually toyed with the idea of spending the $48 it would have cost me to transfer that money to another bank just to make a point. I didn't. That would have been silly. But I have to tell you that I am growing increasingly weary of a world that keeps finding new and better ways to turn me (and you) into a series of ones and zeroes.
 

staropeace

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My counselor thinks my medication is inadequate but I think that's the least part of the problem. We have to come to terms with some real issues. This may be more for the regrets thread, but for the most part I am very discouraged with my life since 1972. Between 1961-1963 I don't remember, 1963-1972 had many bad moments but overall good, at least in comparison, and the bad passed, 1972 on has been pretty much all bad and it's the good which passed quickly. My family put me in a position of having to "prove" my life is worth sustaining and I am deeply disappointed in having been unable to produce irrefutable proof. (I did some writing and am afraid if I do more I'll end up proving just the opposite.) In 2004-2006 I received a partial explanation of why this may be, but it does not solve the bottom line. I need huge miracles to take place or I see everything coming to an early destructive end. Of course a lot of things drive me crazy, some of which could go in the regrets thread, but this outweighs everything. For the past year it has taken over my life! Thank you for listening.
Cori, I think you have a good heart my dear.
 

mal

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Hi Cory, Peace is hard to find in this absurd money world, but that is a goal we should all continue to strive for. The platitudes that say "It's always darkest before the dawn" and "there is always someone worse off than you" are meaningless when you are thick in the turmoil. As far as pharmaceuticals go, I don't trust the doctors to care enough about that 'perfect' dosage, when they are too busy cashing their shill cheques from 'Big Pharma' (cynical view...I know) so always remember to speak up and demand your right to involve yourself in your own life and health (both mental and physical). You sound strong enough to win these battles so keep on keepin' on. All the best, Mal..
 

TheRedQueen

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Cori, If I may, I'd like to tell you a story.

I have a friend, a young Latino man who is about as close to being born gay as you can get. His family is into a particular Craft, I forget the name, but it's very important to them and they take their craft seriously. He practiced like they did, but what he was you could only become if you'd survived death.

Now, because of his heritage, he was often ridiculed for being gay. And because of his position in his family's craft, he was considered dark and evil. By society, doctors, and police, he was considered insane. Legitimately, certifiably insane. He had been put down, beat up, and walked on for so long that he believed these lies to be true. His walk had taken him down some very dark roads, and by the time we got to know each other, he considered himself to be a lost cause.

Then something happened in his life that he needed a place to stay. I had an extra room, so I took him on as a roommate. The better I got to know him, the more I began to see that this young man was kind, generous, gentle, cared deeply for others, and had a creative genious that you don't often find. Sure, he was eccentric. But I could see at a glance that he wasn't evil or even insane. He was just surrounded by close-minded idiots.

I started trying to show him what I saw. I wanted him to see the truth of himself, and stop believing the lies he'd been fed his entire life. We had a lot of long, deep talks, and he started trying to free himself. I saw a huge improvement, even in the short time that he stayed with me.

He has gotten himself back to school, and is doing well. His family has started treating him with more respect, and whenever I see him he is calmer and happier than he ever was when he first moved in with me. He is able to handle the lows life brings a lot better than before, and I know he has a much better opinion of himself than he once did.

The point I'm trying to make is that you should take a step back, and look into your heart. Are you a good person? Take away what everyone else has said. Listen to the inner voice that we all have. Your heart knows if you're a good person or not. And if you are, then nothing else matters.

There are all kinds of good people in this world, people worth knowing, and the best part if it is, they're all so wonderfully different. You don't have to be a wealthy white Christian in order to be "good". All you have to do is stand and be true.

Personally, I've found a healthy balance between compassion and not giving a damn...been working like a charm! ;;D
 

Neesy

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Are you a good person? Take away what everyone else has said. Listen to the inner voice that we all have. Your heart knows if you're a good person or not. And if you are, then nothing else matters.

This is beautiful DarkKrystl - thank you - it spoke to me, too - you're quite eloquent.