Frustrating Moments

[Deleted1848331User]

I will not name anyone, but on the file InuYasha Weapons, someone asked 'where are the weapons'. And guess what? ITS RIGHT IN THE F****NG DESCRIPTION.

 

Things like this frustrate and annoy me. Anyone want to name their own 'moments'?

[AliasTheory]

Welcome to the Internet. Enjoy your stay.

 

Sorry to say the Internet is full of those oblivious people who sure know how to make fun of themselves.

 

I just wrote a long essay and had a friend peer edit it for me. He tried to point out in one point in my essay that someone could use a certain counterexample...which ALSO happened to be my argument! Gah! Sometimes people just don't read. That's pretty failtacular.

[Vindekarr]

I just generaly hate the broad catergory of "other people"

 

So my shift ends at work, and Im already angry, I've been threatened with being sacked again for my political views(that wouldnt be the first time I'd been sacked for supporting gay/immigrant/religious rights, more like the third or fifth) and found that someone had slashed the tyres of my car, poured paint-thinner on the hood, smashed at it with a hammer, and graffitied a pro environmentalist slogan on either side.

 

Now furious, I had to get it towed, then spend about US $ 3,000 worth on repairs, new tyres, and replacing the in many places forged parts the scum had destroyed.

 

When I got home, I found an insulting email saying that my loss of progress in Halo Reach "could be reversed" if I payed the equivalent of 140 USD to microsoft. Seeing red haze at that point, the doorbell rang.

 

The woman next door, fat as a walrus and twice as disgusting, was demanding her misbegotten brats be let into my back yard, after hers had been flattened by a tree. When I told her to get the hell off my property, she intelligently picked a verbal fight. I almost smashed her face in.

 

I then went inside to find that the barbarians who'd illegaly let themselves in earlier in the week had returned. A shower towl rail was hanging where they had crudely smashed it through the wall and left. Muddy bootprints were everywhere, furniture had been upturned and damage, and I then found they'd knocked a vivarium over and the spiderlings within had escaped.

 

It took me about 5 hours to find them all and return them safely-some of the poor things were terrified, hiding under furniture. But somehow I managed to find all 48 of them, and re-unite them with their terrifying mother.

 

At that point the doorbell rang again. Evqangelists this time, who handed me a brochure about some bizaar cult that worhsipped an invisible giant in the sky called "kod" or something-I couldnt really be bothered to listen to what they said at that point, I was almost ready to kill something.

 

Then I had to do a bunch of thankless devtesting on somebody else's software project. For $50.

 

Then, finaly, to add the final straw that broke the camel's temper, my idiot friend phoned me, drunk as a pirate at harbour, asking me to pick him up and give him a lift to the airport. Why he felt a burnign desire to go to the airport, I'll never know, but I'd honestly had enough.

 

I hate other people. Right now I hate pretty much the entire universe. Infact, I hate everything.