Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:There are 15 empty, doors-wide-open stalls in the bathroom. I am in the only stall with a closed door, obviously occupied.
Someone walks in and takes the empty stall right next to me. W.T.F.
Tell me people who do this - do you have some sort of strange fetish to be near others who are defecating?
Hi, that's me.
But honestly, I don't care. I don't pay attention to stalls that have people - I look for empty and clean. I poop at home, like a normal human. I'm going to pee, and will be out in like 45 seconds. No one gives a crap about you. It's not about you.
Anonymous wrote:There are 15 empty, doors-wide-open stalls in the bathroom. I am in the only stall with a closed door, obviously occupied.
Someone walks in and takes the empty stall right next to me. W.T.F.
Tell me people who do this - do you have some sort of strange fetish to be near others who are defecating?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I am blessed with a lack of anger. When circumstances dictate that I could be legitimately angry, I have to consciously realize it, then decide whether "acting" angry will get me any useful compensation. Usually I just take the path of least resistance and I continue with my patient self, and people are grateful. It buys me goodwill for when I need favors.
When reading these threads (they crop up once in a while, pet peeves and whatnot), I marvel at how angry some of you get on a regular basis.
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People who say "blessed."
Anonymous wrote:The family that brings 2 parents, all 8 kids and grandma to Costo and moves at a glacial pace blocking the entire exit.
Anonymous wrote:When people post for suggestions, and then they shoot down every response.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I am blessed with a lack of anger. When circumstances dictate that I could be legitimately angry, I have to consciously realize it, then decide whether "acting" angry will get me any useful compensation. Usually I just take the path of least resistance and I continue with my patient self, and people are grateful. It buys me goodwill for when I need favors.
When reading these threads (they crop up once in a while, pet peeves and whatnot), I marvel at how angry some of you get on a regular basis.
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People who say "blessed."
Anonymous wrote:The word “resilient.”
No, I don’t possess some special skill or quality that enables me to power through my teenager’s second suicide attempt in a single month and complete lack of support from his dad because he thinks he’s “just seeking attention.”
I’m so terrified and sad I can hardly breathe, but yes I still get out of bed every day and go to work because no one else is going to pay the bills and keep a roof over our heads.
I’m not resilient, I’m completely broken inside. I don’t need a compliment that disguises the very real human cost of what I’m going through.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:monocles.
I know, right? That smug little monopoly man puts me in a rage.
It's Mr. Peanut that does it for me. And he's not even a real nut! Complete imposter.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I am blessed with a lack of anger. When circumstances dictate that I could be legitimately angry, I have to consciously realize it, then decide whether "acting" angry will get me any useful compensation. Usually I just take the path of least resistance and I continue with my patient self, and people are grateful. It buys me goodwill for when I need favors.
When reading these threads (they crop up once in a while, pet peeves and whatnot), I marvel at how angry some of you get on a regular basis.
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