We’ve been asked this week to list some of the behaviors that we have had it up to here with.
I will try to contain myself to a few.
Most of us this week mentioned the attempted blackmail that are often on Facebook ; you know, the ones that sentence you to eternal damnation if you don’t post for the 7,000th time that you love Jesus.
I sincerely doubt that is the way to get to Heaven…by not only being annoying, but I am certain that most of those are put up by individuals who want you to ‘like’ their page in order to hack into your account.
(I still haven’t figured out how everyone can share a post if they have the most beautiful daughter in the world; it should stop dead at one, you know.)
The other FB complaint I will make is over the tortured animal pictures; I have begged people to stop.
For starters, anyone who is your friend on FB is probably not going to be someone who tortures animals.
Then, if someone can actually do these horrible things, showing them a picture of the aftermath isn’t going to suddenly make them see the error of their ways. It is terrible, but I think we all know it happens, unfortunately. I had to stop following a family friend I have known for at least 55 years just because she will not stop posting these.
Spoilers. Since only my husband and I live here full time now and he works evenings, we cut off our cable.We watch shows at our convenience, which means after they have been shown. We pick them up online through HULU, Netflix, Amazon Prime or on the networks’ sites, but sure enough, the next day fools will post spoilers. We aren’t the only ones who see them delayed; that was/is the beauty of VHS,DVRs,TiVos, etc. When I have asked people to please NOT post spoilers, they usually deny that what they posted isn’t a spoiler. Huh? You just let me know a main character has fallen for another, has gotten lost, was found, has died…that is the definition of a spoiler.
Spoilers in blurbs of books are also very annoying. One of my all-time favorite mystery writers, ( a guest of mine here), had her debut book nearly ruined by a blurb on the back of her paperback. A character was supposed to show up at one point as a huge surprise and all I did was wait for him until he did. I was so sad that it didn’t go smoothly. You have to work hard to build that kind of suspense and it was just about destroyed.
Small towns. Unless you have family ties to a small town, don’t go there. I made that mistake twice in my life. The only other chance you might have to make it well is if it is a place that is newly being settled and all of the residents are from someplace else.(If most are members of one family or religious affiliation, that possibility is generally nullified.) I am the only one here who is enjoying real traffic…it means more new people.
Loud talking. Whether the people are in the same room or a person is on the phone, really, the loud talk in public has to stop. People speak loudly in stores and at public assemblies, (we could not hear the music at a recent middle school graduation because of all the yapping), but they even speak loudly in libraries and doctors’ offices… and church. If they are not talking during the service, as soon as it is over it becomes a din in most churches. I am all for fellowship, but they need to leave the pews and front of the church to talk…and let those who need to reflect, pray,( or gather their wits), have a little peace. Indeed, in Catholic churches one was not supposed to chatter at all in front of the Blessed Sacrament, but no one holds to that any more. Reverence is gone along with common courtesy.
Speaking of church, the next annoyance seems to happen there more than anywhere else: the backing into parking places and taking up of more than the allotted spaces, and so robbing others of close parking spots.
Really, they seem to be in such a hurry to escape the House of the Lord that they can’t take the time to back out, and it is just plain unchristian to care so little about their fellow worshipers.
I have a close relative with whom I don’t communicate every day, but she will call to tell me that she can’t talk now or that she needs to see me/bring something to me, but can’t do it that day, or the next. I will try to make it easy, suggest I go there, or we meet halfway , but nothing ever seems to satisfy her. I have yet to figure this out. It is truly annoying.
She and a few others will also tell me that they will “be right over”…and then I don’t see them for hours. Things get in the way, or they make other choice, yet all of them have cell phones and could tell me their plans have changed, or they will be delayed. In the meantime, we’ve put what we were doing or planning on hold. Grrrrr.
Here is a list of things that I hear around me all the time that anger me to no end. I get these from a number of family members. Are you subjected to these?
“I’ve never done that before”. (Yeah, the first time, neither had I. Gee, you even had to BREATHE for the first time! Just do it; you expect me to.)
“You don’t understand how important it is that I have this now” (You don’t understand how you should have given me a little more notice that you needed this .)
“All you have to do is…” (Generally, all YOU had to do was…)
“Calm down” (This is always said by the person doing/saying something upsetting. Have you noticed?)
And my all time fave…
“You made things worse” (It seems that no matter what is happening, according to members of my family, if you don’t acknowledge it, it doesn’t actually exist. Then here I go, with some magical/mystical power that I have and ruin everything by pointing out that the Emperor is actually without new clothes.)
Really, I need to stop.
But the most annoying thing in this world is to get on the phone with ‘customer service’ and every question answered is replied to with: “Thank you for that information”.
“What is your name? Thank you for that information. What is your phone number? Thank you for that information .Is that a good call-back number if we get cut off? Thank you for that information. What is your address? Thank you for that information. What name is the account under? Thank you for that information. Where does your husband work? Thank you for that information. What is the address? Thank you for that information. Is there a work phone number? Thank you for that information. Can you give me the last four digits of your Social Security number? Thank you for that information.”
It goes on and on.
Speaking of the last four digits of your Social Security number, tell me how that is ‘security’? If EVERYONE uses only the last four, then everyone knows your last four; it isn’t ‘secure’. (And do you realize how many people at your workplace, doctors’ offices, insurance offices, schools, etc., have access to your full Social Security number?) Also, your birthdate is a common ‘security’ question, along with what school you went to, and your mother’s maiden name. Stop and think about how many people know these, your school mates, your cousins, your family’s friends…those questions are completely ridiculous if you are from a small town.
OK, I’m stopping now. They never should have gotten me started! To ease the tension: The Stones!
Do any of these hit a nerve with you?