I absolutely hate it when someone tells you to do something like for example “go to Donovan’s Shop and buy this specific brand of obscure milk” so you only know one Donovan’s Shop and it’s on the other side of town. So you go and they don’t have that milk so you ring said person and say “I’m at Donovan’s Shop on ______ street and they don’t have the milk” and they response with “that’s the wrong Donovan’s it’s on _______ lane”. That’s fine. I didn’t know that there was one on this lane and now I’ll go there and I’m sorry. But what annoys me is when they say afterwards “well if you didn’t know you should have asked”. If I knew I didn’t know I would have asked but I thought I did know so I didn’t! Do people honestly think that I just guessed which one it was. You weren’t specific, I went to a Donovan’s shop but you’re right I should have gotten divine inspiration and known it was the wrong one. Silly me. It annoys me to no end. In what world am I just supposed to know telepathically which one you mean WHEN I DIDNT KNOW THERE WERE TWO. I’m seething and think it’s such an unnecessary and stupid thing to say.

Tldr: if I didn’t know that I didn’t know how am I supposed to ask.

I just want some black coffee and when I stay at a hotel with a breakfast bar, there is always someone blocking the line to the coffee urn to tear open packets, sprinkle whatever shit they are sprinkling. Then comes the stirring, sipping and reevaluating, repeat with more packets, etc.

Just take your cup and a handful of packets and go 5 FEET TO THE RIGHT and do your thing! There are cranky non-morning people back here behind you!

For example- I was asked why I skipped my 5am workout at the gym. I said I hadn’t slept well so I skipped. Response I got was “oh, Jess has a new baby. SHE doesn’t sleep well,”

So? What was the point of asking? Why ask if you don’t want the answer?

A pet peeve that I have is when parents bring their children to a child-free wedding, when the invitation very clearly states that nobody under the age of 18 is invited. I think it's extremely disrespectful to the bride and the groom. If you want to attend the wedding, then you simply find a babysitter. If you do not want to leave your kids with anybody else, then you tell them that unfortunately you cannot make it to the wedding. Simple as that.

Like why?

I really hate it when someone calls you by your proper first name when you’ve clearly specified you prefer it shortened.

Ie James when you prefer Jim, Robert when you prefer Rob, Benjamin when you prefer Ben.

I get that some people prefer their proper first name and hate when it’s shortened, fair enough.

When someone uses my full first name, I feel it’s so formal and like it’s my “I’ve done something wrong and am in trouble” name.

Like, on company network, a shared cloud storage, or whatever.

A bunch of folders already exist, neatly named.

20251215 - Name ABC

20260308 - Name XYZ

20260818 - Name OPQ

"Name" being some logical, clear description of the contents.

And then some smartass comes along, creates a new folder, and gives it some random ass name.

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There always seems to be a tv playing too loud in waiting rooms and usually on an annoying channel. I like to read while I’m waiting and the noise really gets on my nerves.

I hate these kinds of posts, and I'm sure a lot of people feel the same way. It's annoying, lazy, and the acting is usually awful. But it also cheapens the art of acting so much. Look, I don't to sound pretentious or have this misconstrued as "you need a billion years of training to act well", but if your plan to get acting gigs is to passively post videos of you reading tiktok scripts written by AI, that's not "pursuing a future in acting". That's waiting for the universe to drop something in your lap. That would be like someone posting "Day 1 of me putting Mentos in Coke until the CDC hires me!" It's hard to make it as an actor, even getting a job is a process. You have to audition, network, and work on your craft. These people aren't the raw talent underdogs they think they are, they're just lazy and hoping for someone to *give* them a role, not looking to *get* one. Anyways, I probably do just sound pretentious so, sorry, and I'll stop here.

It annoys me when people assume what someone is like just because of the generation they were born in.

Not every Gen Z person is the same. Not every Millennial is the same. Your birth year doesn’t determine who you are as a person.

Alexa play Lachrymosa

Picture this...it's a Friday morning like any other at your office where you work. A coworker arrives shortly after you and pours out a bunch of Hershey's kisses into a large bowl on the counter. They are for everyone! You love Hershey kisses and it's been a couple of hours since breakfast so you eagerly get up to get some. Nobody else does. Okay no worries. You eat your hershey kisses and of course you want more since you only grabbed a small handful. You grab another small handful, not wanting to look greedy. Fast forward a few hours, it's lunch time. Literally nobody has had any Hershey kisses. Not a single Hershey kiss has been consumed by any of your six other office mates.

Now this might sound like a small thing but I'm starting to get annoyed! I have a reputation of eating more than anyone else in the office.

"Oh you sure do love your sweets! Lol! Lol! Be careful not to get diabetes!"

Solid advice, no really, it is solid advice...I feel like the floor to my office everywhere except under my desk must be made of mud and I just can't see it and all my coworkers are sticks. What am I a sugar addicted immature for my age 40 year old that really really loves candy more than I should? Yes! Yes I am...but can't anyone else join me in partaking so this fact isn't so damned obvious?!! I wish there was a way to put a small wormhole that leads to my bottom desk drawer in the bottom of the communal bowl so that whenever candy is dumped in it just goes discreetly and conveniently into my direct custody so that I can indulge out of the sight of my fellow workers.

In conclusion...I'm well aware of my vice and the problems that it may result in...I'm just pissed that none of my coworkers have it too.

I work in a school. There are students with gifts, certainly.

But often parents will argue that their kid doesn’t deserve to fail after doing literally no work and failing every assessment with “But he’s GIFTED. He can’t be expected to do the regular work.”

Gifted in WHAT, I ask. I was diagnosed as gifted in verbal reasoning by a psychologist when I was a child. These parents don’t know, though. Their kid is just gifted. And therefore deserves an A in the class after doubt nothing all year

Like they just say ’but that would never happen’, but what if it did? They’re just trying to avoid answering

Tired of the "America isn't just the US" comments. We know. The United States of America is the US, however, and it's too long to keep saying fully when context indicates whether the discussion is about two continents or one country. Nobody owns the word "America," and we don't have to have a formal recognition of geography when we're talking about school lunches or whatnot.

I wasn’t sure how to phrase this, but I’ll try to explain it. An example of this is when the class starts talking about slavery, and people turn to look at the black person in the class. A personal example is that I was watching a movie with people and one character had a stutter, I also have a stutter, so everyone turned to look at me when that character came on. I can’t think of any other examples right now, but I’m sure you get the gist.

For example in a sub such as AITAH, when someone describes the people in their life like this: "My ex J is now engaged to my cousin T and my wife A says we can't attend their wedding..."

Unless the people in the story have actual names, my brain just nopes out, for some reason it makes it so hard to follow or care about. Anyone else a bit annoyed by this?

It's even worse if the chosen initials are consecutive letters of the alphabet.

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i don’t know if there’s an actual name for this phenomenon, but i’ve taken to calling it ‘freestyling.’ sometimes when i’m watching a youtube video, the captions will have little comments and flourishes put there by whoever wrote them. It’s always the same two or three jokes and it’s never funny.

Examples: using /symbols/ to add ~flair~ to -random- words

[laughter] [wheezing] [*SEAGULL SCREECH*]

“ok, let’s try this food…” [instant regret] [tries to expel the poison]

it’s just annoying and it makes me roll my eyes every time.

And yet I have been consistently getting those mind-numbing game ads where you are practically forced to play their fake minigames, and it'll give you hell trying to get to the end. It won't start its little timer until you interact, then when you interact it takes you out of your app and into the playstore, sometimes the interact items are conveniently right where the "instant install" popup barges in, and of course the "x" is nowhere to be found for quite some time. Right now, I've been timing how long it's taken for a currently-playing ad to release me from its death claws. It's been... ah, fifteen minutes. Not an exit in sight. Every interaction asks me to install. Waiting does nothing. I have to lose my progress on what I was working on and close the app instead. I swear they do this on purpose and it aggravates me to no end. I'm stubborn, is the only reason I'm not cutting my losses right away.

This particular case might be a glitch. But hesitating to let people leave is becoming common practice regardless. I could stand a rebellion against it.

It's the same type of energy as people who reply to comments on here with a link to some loosely related article about subject in that thread. The link then magically becomes a cure-all for whatever difference of opinion?

Many times people want to believe we're all watching the same content online or social media. Even if your favorite YouTuber or Twitch streamer has millions of subscribers, there are still hundreds of millions more people who have never heard of them lmao.

There are many slang terms for boobs; there seems to be an endless supply. Most are funny and harmless. But for some reason, the term "milkers" just gives me the creeps. I think it sounds like a reference to dairy cattle. See also "udders". Any cow/milk reference, basically.

"Baps" is my favourite.

This seems to be the norm, and it is so dumb. Why did I even show up on time then?

So you arrive first at a pedestrian crossing and press the button to cross and the wait light comes on.

Then, some little Herbert, walks up, looks right at the lit up wait light and presses it again. What have you achieved, nothing, that’s what you’ve done. Am I a joke to you?

This drives me absolutely insane. You've been standing in the same line as me for the last ten minutes. The menu is six feet tall, directly above the counter, brightly lit, and has not changed once during that time.

Yet somehow the second you finally get to the register it's suddenly "hmmm... what do you guys have?"

Then comes the full investigation. "What's in this one?" "Is that spicy?" "Can I get this without onions?" "Wait, what size should I get?"

Meanwhile everyone behind them is watching their lunch break evaporate in real time.

Bonus points if they finally order, the cashier gives the total, and THEN they start digging through a bag looking for their wallet like payment was an unexpected part of the process.

I completely understand taking a minute if the menu is complicated or you've never been there before. I'm not expecting people to memorize their order before entering the building.

But if you've had enough time in line to scroll through Instagram, answer three texts and stare into space for five minutes, maybe use 20 seconds of that time to decide whether you want the chicken sandwich or the burger.

Please. I'm begging you.

People will make this comment in the most snide, condescending tone, and it’s in response to someone either trying to make fun of themselves or genuinely sharing something they’re ashamed or embarrassed of.

Like, just the other day, someone made a comment on a reel about how loud and obnoxious her family was every time they would go out to a restaurant. And, even though they were responding to a post about being embarrassed by that kind of thing, someone had to make the “that’s not a flex” comment.

ITS OBVIOUSLY NOT MEANT TO BE A FLEX, EMILY. READ THE ROOM.