O Or the ones who just sit all over pieces of equipment chatting. As if the mere act of entering a gym will shave the pounds off. If you came out for a chat there's a coffee shop around the corner.
I get inexplicably annoyed when people who are way younger and far less experienced than I patronize or pontificate at me. I shouldn't let it get my goat, since after all, I am the elder and more experienced.
Yeah well, I realised that but I was entirely prepared to bend the rules for a joke at his expense. Stephen Fry summed up the general consensus aptly when he said that his definition of the word countryside is: The act of killing Piers Morgan. Think about it.
Women who stand at the top of the escalator and ask me "Would you like to use the lift" just because I'm carrying a bicycle on my shoulder. "No, I f*****g wouldn't because my train will have gone by the time I get down there, and I'm not bloody invalid".
Ah. But I was including "wiser" in "more experienced." Maybe I should clarify. I get annoyed when strangers who are young enough to be my grandchildren figuratively pat me on the head and treat me like an ignorant child.
There have been times when I would have been grateful to know where the train station lift is . . . I have a vision/balance problem and I have difficulty going down an escalator holding only one handrail and I can't do it at all holding none. Last time it happened, I had to get a kind fellow-traveller to carry my bags down for me. Thank God he was honest . . . But given that this is an inexplicable annoyance thread, I expect you simply flash her a brilliant smile, say, "No thanks, I'm fine," and carry that bike down like a champ.
When people are late without an excuse. I always arrive on time or early because I appreciate the person waiting for me. A few times, I can let it slide, but especially on special occasions, it really is irksome.
Posts on social sites that are not a complete sentence or thought, for example " well this sucks..." or "what am I going to do now..." It's like they are siting there and waiting for someone to ask them about it in stead of just finishing the damn thought in the original post...
When a friggin something forces itself upon your computer when you are writing. I was writing and I had had a tab open and the stupid thing forced my computer screen to the tab to ask me if I wanted to continue. No, asshole, I have a tab open, shut it if you don't like it.
Shit this annoys me. I'm in the middle of something, fuck off and wait until I've finished. Surely Microsoft realise this is monumentally irritating.
When half the thread posts about annoyances that are not inexplicable. This annoys me because it means WF members either can't follow directions or have poor literacy. It also annoys me because it destroys the purpose of the thread.
Thanks for clarifying. It's an oral play on words. Cuntrycide isn't a word and the joke now no longer makes sense. Thanks for ruining it with your pedantry though. Way to go.
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Even worse, the women (and men to a lesser extent) who post photos of themselves with captions that describe how fat and ugly they are. The sheer blatancy in which they fish for complements is rather sickening. Even worse, it works. They may as well caption their photo with "Please leave a comment below, telling me how not fat and not ugly I am".
I'll NEVER be ashamed of my appearance. And, even though I'm flawed enough for people to make fun, I don't let the laughter or stares get to me. Not anymore. You learn after the first few years to TUNE THAT SHIT OUT. Real strength comes from within. It doesn't depend on what you look like. I don't hate beautiful people. Hell, I don't hate anyone. And, I do feel sorry for those who feel the need to post pictures of themselves saying how fat or ugly they are. I guess maybe they're just looking for a friend, for someone like me who can say, "I know how you feel, but you can't let it get to you." I know what's it's like to live in the wilderness of few friends, bitter winds, and laughter from those I've passed on the street. And yeah, my life experiences have taken me to some truly hellish places, but I don't dwell on it. What would be the point? If you never knew who Stephen Hawking was and you passed him on the street, and you saw him in his wheelchair, you'd think he was a pathetic human being. You'd never even know you just passed one of the most brilliant minds on the planet.
