I hold grudges.

I hold grudges.

I get that you’re trying to “fix” our friendship, but don’t mug me when you’re trying to start a conversation. Honestly, all I wanted to do at that moment was walk the other way. You saw that I was laughing and smiling while talking to other people…why did you pull me away from them and give me a wtf look on your face?
You’ve hurt me so many times in the past and I can’t believe I put up with it. You’ve taken advantage of me too many times and I’m honestly sick of it. You used to be the one that I could turn to when I felt a little down, but now, I want nothing to do with you. Maybe one of us changed, or maybe I just didn’t see this side of you before. All I know is that you’ve trampled over me way too many times and I’m not going to deal with it anymore. I wish you would just stop assuming, start listening, and try to understand how I feel about things.

Get the fuck out of my personal life

Stating the obvious

People who state the obvious in my personal life annoys me to a point where I want to punch them in the face. It’s when those people who are not jokingly stating the obvious for laughing purposes. The most obvious and frequently heard for me is; “You’re so short/ tiny/ skinny.” Are you fucking kidding me? I’m the one who dresses myself every morning in front of the mirror. Do you think I don’t know I’m skinny?
When my parents come with me to school interviews or events. There is always that asshole who comes up to me and tells me my parents look old. Again. Are you fucking kidding me? I face them everyday, I know they’re older than majority of my friends’ parents. It’s called late marriage. It’s a common thing. I know plenty of people with older parents and it’s completely fine. It’s not weird. Yes, my parents’ ages aren’t in the ‘typical’ age of the 30s-40s but why do they have to be ‘typical’? Why do they need to be in their 30s-40s? Most importantly, why do people need to question me and state the fucking obvious? Get the fuck out of my personal life.

SHUT THE DOOR!

One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone walks into my room, and on their way out they don't close the door.

Complaints

I can’t stand when every single time I talk to someone, all they do is complain. I’m sorry, but I really just stop giving a fuck. I have my own problems and issues, and when you go on about yours, which are petty ones I might add, I really. just. don’t. care. I’m perfectly fine with someone being in a terrible mood or really being upset about something and wanting to talk to me. But when EVERY time you talk, and you complain, I just want to beat you up the side of your head. :]

Naked Too Long Guy.

NTLG is just what he sounds like, he’s naked in the locker room too long. The accepted amount of time a man should be naked is the time it takes him to shower and change, plus 30 seconds. That extra time is just a cushion, but shouldn’t be abused. Here’s the gist, get undressed, get showered, get dressed. At least, at least put on your underwear while you take care of the rest of your locker room business. You should not be naked when you, a) brush your teeth, b) dry your hair, c) talk on the phone (why are you on the phone in the locker room anyway?) d) anything else! This is not a homophobic thing, this is a politeness thing. You are not in your home, you are not alone, you are not even among friends, you are in a gym locker room. Cover up.

Silence

Silence. I’ve really come to hate people who are passive when they have a problem. As in, they know they did something wrong or they have a sensitive issue that they want to bring up, but they just refuse to voice it out. I mean, c’mon. Because of my own stubbornness and because I value bluntness rather than beating around the bush, I really really hate it when someone just loafs around waiting for someone else (maybe even me) to bring up said topic. Wheedling does not help. Skirting around the issue does not help. Ignoring the issue and pretending everything is normal definitely does not help. When it comes to me, here’s a hint: Just say it. I respect loafers ten times less than people who use regular speech.

Girls not getting a pedicure

Girls not getting a pedicure - This is when you really find out who’s a girly girl and who just pretends to be one during the summer. The girly girl will get a pedicure even when all she’s wearing is closed-toe pumps and Uggs. No one will actually get to see “The Thrill of Brazil” Opi shade on her toes but she still gets them done. On the other hand the pretend girl will transform to a complete slob…really unattractive….

"No Offense"

When people say ‘no offense’ after every goddamned sentence
Like ‘Your blonde roots are showing. No offense.’ ‘Make up makes girls look like whores. No offense.’ ‘You have a head. No offense.’
Oy vey!
It seriously annoys the living shit out of me.
Honestly, do people really expect me to get offended by everything they say? I mean, sure, I’d be pretty upset if someone said my singing was awful or that I come on too strongly to the person I like, but I’d take it as something I need to work on, although I would definitely feel like an ass for letting people see me without having worked on it, but that’s just how I am. If you say ‘no offense’ after everything, that is when I’m going to get irritated. If you say you don’t like something I like, I’m alright with that. We’re different. If we were the same, we’d definitely have a much worse problem there. You don’t like my style, that’s fine. Chances are I’m not dressing to impress you. If there’s a serious flaw in my character, I can work on it. If you’re not a huge fan of one of my friends, alright. You don’t have to deal with that person. If the guy I like hates me, it’s nothing new. I’m not exactly the most universally-liked person around. I can move on.
But as soon as the words ‘no offense come out of your mouth, what you said will bother me.
Seriously
cut it out
“No offense.”

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