Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy

It makes me crazy when people wear their shoes in my house. What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?

I couldn’t help but nervously laugh when I read this… I can get quite OCD and nitpick-y about people’s habits / actions and I know that I really shouldn’t. I need to just let things go, but I struggle to do so because I’m too busy taking everything on board, and taking it personally.

One of the worst offenders would have to be Hulk. There are a couple of small things he does that drives me bonkers.

One of them is doing all the laundry on the same wash cycle using the same detergents. Oh my fucking god… sometimes it just makes me want to scream. I’m very pedantic and OCD about doing the laundry – certain clothing and materials have certain wash cycles. For example… all our gym gear is supposed generally washed on a hand wash (gentle) in cold water using a specific washing liquid made for quick-dry and synthetic material, it’s then spun on a low speed (600-800rpm). Hulk, on the other hand will use normal washing powder and fabric softener (A HUUUUGE no no) and spin it on 1400rpm.

That in itself makes me crazy – and usually I have to either re-wash it, or put it through another rinse cycle to get rid of all the fabric softener. But then he goes that extra step and puts all my sports socks in the dryer with all the other socks. NYLON / SYNTHETIC MATERIAL DOESN’T GO IN THE DRYER!!! GAAAAHHHH!!

Or what else I find is that when he does the washing, he puts in soooo much fabric softener, so either when you hang it out to dry, or even after it’s dried, it has a bit of a greasy film over the fabric… most of the time, I end up re-washing my clothes. It does m head in.

The other thing he does is he always, always, puts the dishwasher on a Heavy cycle. Heavy is also the ‘pots & pans’ cycle, and always puts too much into the dishwasher. He also has a real knack of putting items marked ‘NOT DISHWASHER SAFE’ or ‘HAND WASH ONLY’ into the dishwasher, and then doesn’t understand why I go bananas when I unstack the dishwasher and find it in there. Because of this, parts of our blender are wrecked… and he doesn’t get it.

One of the other things that sends me into a table-flipping rage, is when I’m at work (on the ground floor) and people walk into our office and ask blatantly stupid fucking questions like ‘Is this the second floor?’.

…really? HOW MANY FLIGHTS OF STAIRS DID YOU JUST WALK UP!?!? NONE?? THEN GUESS WHAT GENIUS, YOU’RE STILL ON THE FUCKING GROUND FLOOR!!!

Or the people who will look at the giant sign of our company name, and then look around, and somehow, still feel compelled to come in and ask if we are some other organisation in the building.

…Really, bitch? Really?? Did you suddenly forget your alphabet today??

Now that I’m sitting here thinking about it, there are quite a few things that really don’t sit well with me…

Like people who don’t have a shower before going to bed after a night out. Or shower after sex. Or wash their hands after going to the toilet. Or the guys who somehow manage to pee all over the floor because they can’t seem to aim at the GIANT PORCELAIN TARGET IN FRONT OF THEM… Seriously, fellas… what. the. fuck?? Or women who insist on attempting to walk in heels, when clearly, they can barely stand up in them. You know the type… they’re wearing skirts that barely cover their vagina, and they walk like a newborn giraffe…IF YOU CAN’T WALK IN THEM PROPERLY, DON’T FUCKING WEAR THEM!! 

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Mar 24: Change One Thing

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

 
Just one thing?

That’s actually quite hard.

I think I’d like to be able to be more tolerant of people. More tolerant of their stupidity, and be able to sympathise with them, rather than wanting to smack them in the face for being so mind-numbingly stupid.

Yes, clearly, tolerance is what I need in my life. I just don’t seem to have it. Well, that’s not entirely true. Or maybe it’s not tolerance, maybe what I need is patience instead?

I’m not entirely what it is, but something that will stop myself from filling with extreme rage when people do / ask / say really dumb stuff in society. I let it affect me waaaaayyyy too much, and I need to learn how to stop it from getting to me the way it does. The rage is just so overwhelming.

Oh my god, the rage!!

My ‘stupid people rage’. It’s well-known. It’s become part of my personality. It’s something that people know me for. Hell, I’ve managed to write an entirely separate blog dedicated to it… Granted, I draw so much attention to it for my own therapy, and to get it out of my system, but I also draw attention to it to give it a spotlight. To show all the people out there that are only looking at the world as sunshine, puppies and rainbows, that actually, people can be pretty fucking stupid and you can’t tell me that it’s all in my head. I’m not the only one who sees it.

Dec 9 – Banished

If you could banish one thing from this earth — tangible or intangible — what would it be?

 

Easy. Stupid people.

So, over the years, I’ve always wondered what is wrong with people in general. Why are they so stupid? What has happened to the concept and daily practice of common sense because it just doesn’t seem to exist.  At all.

Now, before you go getting your knickers all twisted, I’m not saying that every. single. person. is fucking retarted, just society in general. I’m talking about the people that I fondly refer to as fucktards. The people who will walk into a ground floor office and ask something profound like, ‘is this the second floor?’ I don’t know, moron, how many flights of stairs did you just walk up?

Or the people who decide to think that by closing their eyes on public transport, they are magically invisible and people can get get past them, when in fact, they’re standing in the middle of the stairwell blocking everybody from getting on or off.

Or those out there who think it’s a genius idea to stop their car in the middle of an intersection, and then block ALL traffic. Bitch, if you can see that the car in front of you didn’t make it through the intersection, what the fuck makes you think that you’re going to get through??

Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!

Most of the time this (see above picture) happens to me when I’m on my way to work, and more than likely, I’m also running late. So naturally, I’m already on edge. When the bus (that I take to catch the train to the city) ends up in that kind of delay because of some retard who doesn’t remember how to drive, all I want to see is something along the lines of…

Let’s face it, I could go on and on for hours about all the different types of stupid people that are running rampant in society and need to be detained… (hmmm, that gives me an idea for a future post), but I’m kinda already started to chronicle my conversations with them. I’m going to be starting a new blog called The Fucktard Diaries which will be up and running VERY soon.

Sometimes I wish I could have a taser and just taser them, but apparently some genius made that illegal! probably somebody who needs to be tasered themselves!

Sometimes I wish that it was possible to report stupid people to some kind of authority and have them removed and taken somewhere like The Island but have them injected with a dose of common sense and intellect  and then released back into society and properly functioning individual.

“I mean why not just have a stupidity tax? Just tax the stupid people!”

*sigh* I do love me a bit of Ab Fab.

So to all the stupid people out there, thankyou for making my life a daily fucking nightmare. How you manage to get from A to B each day is utterly mind-boggling. How you manage to function after you walk out your front door completely baffles me.