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Post by Dixie Lou on Mar 20, 2019 2:22:33 GMT
Last weekend I caught a quick glance of a video of someone handling a tarantula. I am very keen on not looking at anything too closely if I don't know what it is just in case it turns out to be a spider (especially tarantula) so I scrolled by very quickly and didn't see enough to really traumatize me. I read the caption and my finger flicked the page. SO then I know there is one on my feed and I don't want to accidentally come across it again so I looked for hours for the stupid thing. I never could find it. I had to stay off facebook until I felt comfortable enough that I would come across it again.
Once a "friend" texted a picture of a tarantula to me. GRRRRR
Anything to do with seeing one or almost seeing one or even hearing about one puts me into a panic.
A little thing? NOPE I can't even look at the word (and can hardly type it out.)
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Post by papercrafteradvocate on Mar 20, 2019 2:45:36 GMT
Seeing people hurt/neglect animals. Seeing people make fun/be horrid to the elderly. Bullies. Watching parents neglect their children. I don't think any of these are really "little" things. They're all pretty big, if you ask me. I meant that even the littlest inkling of seeing any of these makes me irate.
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Post by papercrafteradvocate on Mar 20, 2019 2:46:24 GMT
Seeing people hurt/neglect animals. Seeing people make fun/be horrid to the elderly. Bullies. Watching parents neglect their children. Others wasting my time. Apart from the last one none of those are LITTLE things. I meant that even the littlest inking of seeing these things makes me mad.
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Post by papercrafteradvocate on Mar 20, 2019 2:47:12 GMT
Anything/anyone touching my belly button - or even coming close. Dh knows better but thinks it’s hysterically funny to try and get Dgs to come over when i’m sitting down and try to wiggle his finger in there. Even talking about belly buttons makes my stomach scrunch up 🤢 I hate that too! Or in my ears!!
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Post by Legacy Girl on Mar 20, 2019 3:23:21 GMT
Digging around in my purse looking for something I can't immediately find. I swear it makes me feel claustrophobic, which makes no sense. The 'digging through my purse" process sometimes makes me feel sensory overload. I forget what I'm looking for, and can't refocus. It's like mini executive functioning failure. Yes to all of this! My teenage DD loves to jump in and save the day by finding whatever I can't find. Now I'm worrying about what I'll do when she leaves the nest and I'll have to find things for myself. I developed a new one today. My old car was towed away. We replaced it a couple of months ago, so this was just finishing up the details of selling it. But in spite of the fact that DD, DH and I all went through every nook and cranny to make sure we didn't leave anything inside it, I'm convinced we missed something. I actually had to do deep breathing exercises when I heard the tow truck pulling away. So completely ridiculous!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2019 3:31:57 GMT
People who drive down my road and then stop right at the corner of my property because they realize the sign at the beginning of the road that says no outlet is RIGHT! THEN they decide that they can use the corner of my property as a turn around . But they don’t turn around, they turn in , drive across until they reach my driveway and go out that way.
I hate strangers on my property.
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Post by AussieMeg on Mar 20, 2019 4:45:18 GMT
The people who mentioned digging around in their purse reminded me of one..... I absolutely hate it when people start digging around in my car glove box (what do you call it is the US?) or in my bathroom drawer or study drawer. Especially when they mess everything up in the drawer. Ugh, just the sound of someone rummaging sets me off.
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PrettyInPeank
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Post by PrettyInPeank on Mar 20, 2019 5:04:39 GMT
Repetitive noise, like clicking. A pen tap tapping or someone flicking a button over and over can make me a lil ragey.
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RedSquirrelUK
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Post by RedSquirrelUK on Mar 20, 2019 8:58:59 GMT
Surprises/shocks. Like having someone jump out at me, or burst a balloon near me, or even a surprise party. My instinctive reaction is anger, which is not socially acceptable when you're the recipient of something nice. My nearest and dearest know not to surprise me, even in a good way.
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Post by lesserknownpea on Mar 20, 2019 9:07:10 GMT
Getting separated from the people I am with in large stores. I have an irrational anxiety about. I have cried as an an adult , mostly from frustration I think
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Post by lbp on Mar 20, 2019 13:30:33 GMT
Driving through tunnels or being stopped by a red light or traffic under a bridge.
And I know this is totally irrational but when I see Lifeguard 10 (helicopter) flying over, I have to call all my family to make sure they are ok if I think they are anywhere near where this helicopter is!
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Post by dewryce on Mar 20, 2019 13:35:46 GMT
Driving through tunnels or being stopped by a red light or traffic under a bridge. And I know this is totally irrational but when I see Lifeguard 10 (helicopter) flying over, I have to call all my family to make sure they are ok if I think they are anywhere near where this helicopter is! I do the same with my husband. As a matter of fact, if he notices it and knows I can hear it (he just stopped working less than a mile from home) he preemptively calls me. Saw my little brother taken in an ambulance (what would have been SIDS but RN nurse checked on him at right time) and I never quite got over it. I still check my husband’s breathing several times most nights as well, and my brother’s when he spends the night if I’m downstairs when he is here.
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anniebygaslight
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Post by anniebygaslight on Mar 20, 2019 13:37:55 GMT
Lateness. I cannot be late. If I am late, there has been a national disaster preventing me from getting to where I am meant to be. In fact, I think I am late if I am less that 15 minutes early. I cannot abide lateness in others either.
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Post by Susie_Homemaker on Mar 20, 2019 13:42:59 GMT
It doesn't have to be keys or a phone for me to be irrationally upset. It can be nail clippers, or a special spatula, or a dog bowl. Looking for things makes me crazy. I.hate.it. I become instantly frustrated and aggravated! No one has mentioned one of my instant aggravations - having to talk to/deal with a computer menu when trying to call somewhere. I HATE them. The second I have to start choosing numbers or saying things to the computer on the other end of the phone it makes me so mad. I usually just say customer service over and over again until it sends me to a human.
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Post by dewryce on Mar 20, 2019 13:44:36 GMT
It doesn't have to be keys or a phone for me to be irrationally upset. It can be nail clippers, or a special spatula, or a dog bowl. Looking for things makes me crazy. I.hate.it. I become instantly frustrated and aggravated! No one has mentioned one of my instant aggravations - having to talk to/deal with a computer menu when trying to call somewhere. I HATE them. The second I have to start choosing numbers or saying things to the computer on the other end of the phone it makes me so mad. I usually just say customer service over and over again until it sends me to a human. “Representative.” ”Representative.” ”Representative.”
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Post by mikklynn on Mar 20, 2019 13:46:08 GMT
Unexpected company/events. If it is suddenly sprung on me that we will be having guests or have to attend a big event, I become the exorcist chick pretty quickly. I hate, hate, HATE having stuff like that catch me unprepared. For anyone except my parents, I agree. They generally call, so it's not an issue. DS, who lives out of state, wanted to make a surprise visit. Thank God his wife talked him out of it. She knows me!
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Post by Susie_Homemaker on Mar 20, 2019 13:47:02 GMT
It doesn't have to be keys or a phone for me to be irrationally upset. It can be nail clippers, or a special spatula, or a dog bowl. Why is the date so off on this quote?? It says Jun26, 2014. Anyone else have this happening when they do a quick quote??
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Post by mikklynn on Mar 20, 2019 13:48:25 GMT
The people who mentioned digging around in their purse reminded me of one..... I absolutely hate it when people start digging around in my car glove box (what do you call it is the US?) or in my bathroom drawer or study drawer. Especially when they mess everything up in the drawer. Ugh, just the sound of someone rummaging sets me off. We call it the glove box or glove compartment .
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Post by mikklynn on Mar 20, 2019 13:49:56 GMT
Looking for things makes me crazy. I.hate.it. I become instantly frustrated and aggravated! No one has mentioned one of my instant aggravations - having to talk to/deal with a computer menu when trying to call somewhere. I HATE them. The second I have to start choosing numbers or saying things to the computer on the other end of the phone it makes me so mad. I usually just say customer service over and over again until it sends me to a human. “Representative.” ”Representative.” ”Representative.” OMG - I JUST went through this with Delta. Then, DH starts talking to me and the phone system heard him and said "I did not understand that". He almost got the phone thrown at his head.
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sharlag
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Post by sharlag on Mar 20, 2019 14:09:12 GMT
It doesn't have to be keys or a phone for me to be irrationally upset. It can be nail clippers, or a special spatula, or a dog bowl. Why is the date so off on this quote?? It says Jun26, 2014. Anyone else have this happening when they do a quick quote?? I see it, too! Is it our join date for this website?
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Post by crimsoncat05 on Mar 20, 2019 14:25:20 GMT
Digging around in my purse looking for something I can't immediately find. I swear it makes me feel claustrophobic, which makes no sense. Now one would think this would mean I would keep a very clean, organized purse and employ all sorts of ways to reduce this freakout. One would be wrong. I have the same issue!! whatever it is, it's sunk to the bottom of my purse, which has three different sections / partitions. It makes me so anxious that I usually end up getting sooo frustrated that I and turn my purse upside down and empty the ENTIRE thing out-- either onto the car seat, counter, etc. ETA: one that I KNOW is little / insignificant is: My DH will empty a gallon of milk and leave the milk jug sitting on the counter- so it can get rinsed out and put with the recycle stuff- that's fine. But he puts the LID back on it when he sets it down, and it will start to 'inflate' over time... for some reason that makes me irrationally annoyed and whenever I see it, I have to rinse it out RIGHT away. Just leave the lid OFF, darn it!
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Post by phoenixcov on Mar 20, 2019 14:35:46 GMT
I found out last week that I really don`t like someone trying to push my wheelchair when I have already said that I can manage thank you, twice. For the record I have collapsible handles and this incident took place in a hospital setting. Either ask if I need help or wait until I ask. I am a recent chair user so this is a first for me. On a more personal level, I can`t bear anyone whispering in my ears, keep away from the ears or face the consequences.
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Post by frog on Mar 20, 2019 16:13:54 GMT
Hiccups. I can't stand having them and I can't be around someone else who has them. Drives me up the wall! My kids know this and will purposely come by me when they have the hiccups.
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Post by sudie on Mar 20, 2019 16:27:06 GMT
I can's stand when people stick their tongue out. Totally grosses me out!! For this reason, I absolutely refuse to watch any time Miley Cyrus is on. She seems to always stick her tongue out and that's just nasty to me.
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Post by twinks on Mar 20, 2019 17:03:09 GMT
People who think that they are better/smarter than everyone else and are condescending towards me because I am a woman.
Example: We have 3 garbage cans; 1 for garbage, 1 for recycling, and 1 for compost. Landlord fill up compost can with rocks with pine needles on top. He puts it out on the street the first week of February. Website indicates that the city won't do compost pickup until after March 8th. Told landlord this. He says, "Oh they will just take it with the garbage." Well they didn't. I left the can out there for weeks because it was too heavy to move. He calls and asks if the city has taken the compost can the first week of March. I tell him, "No, they aren't taking it until after March 8th." He acts like this is new information. He also states, "I saw lots of brown garbage cans out, did you?" I respond with, "No, actually ours is the only one out on the curb. Most people know the date when the pick up starts as it comes with the bill and is on the website." Well, construction crew had to move the garbage can so the night before I moved it back onto the curb. It was HEAVY! Landlord calls for something else. He comments that he forgot to move the can to the curb. I tell him that I did it and I comment that it was heavy. We have this conversation that there are rocks in it. I comment that "rocks don't decompose and therefore the city won't take it in the compose can." He thinks they won't know and therefore will take it. A week ago comes and the city doesn't take the compost can. Ours is the only one still out at the curb full. Landlord calls and I tell him the status. I again say that the "city won't take rocks in the compost can and that it is too heavy." He says he will call the city and they will take it. Last Saturday after 10am he is at the house and moving an empty compost can to the back of the house. I just got home from running a race so I talk to him. I comment that it is finally empty. He says it is because he "called them and they just missed" our house. "They came up and emptied it." I commented that it was "still full on Friday around 8pm when I got home and still full when I left at 7:30am that morning." He says, "Well I guess they sent someone up to empty it this morning." Apparently he didn't call them until "about 5 o'clock on Friday." (The day before) I am like, right, the city trash people work on Saturdays and will send a truck up just for 1 compost can. I go inside my house and DD says to me, "[Landlord] finally figured out the city isn't taking his rocks and he emptied Mr. Brown into the back of his truck." She didn't know the conversation I had just had. I went totally into bitch mode and bitched about him to my DD the rest of the morning. I mean he thinks I don't know what I am doing because I am just a stupid woman.
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Post by beepdave on Mar 20, 2019 17:13:15 GMT
When I'm clearly not quite ready to go (like not wearing pants yet) and my husband starts putting his jacket/coat on (and we are not running late.)
Or...husband and son shower and get ready first and I end up ready to walk out the door and they haven't even managed to put on their shoes yet.
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