Things currently irking me…
Fitted sheets that won’t stay on the bed and…
The ‘thigh gap’ trend with women.
It isn’t envy, it’s just that women are supposed to have those special curves and it’s just…discombobulating. I also never understood men into the Twiggy anorexic look. I’d be afraid of snapping their bones with a hug.
It’s just my opinion. Though I think most can agree that fitted sheets are a pain in the ass, especially if you’re a tosser and turner like me. Or unlike me, have a sex life that gives the sheet a reason to come off. Getting them back on is like playing Twister on a mat coated in cooking oil.
likewarm drinks. Water, soda, tea, booze…It all tastes gross lukewarm. I put ice in everything, but my hot cocoa. I understand this is viewed with disdain from those who prefer drinks without ice but…I gotta be me. And me does not like lukewarm drinks, gimme my ice cubes, please.
Every time I hear a lawnmower nearby, I think it’s the city or the landlord forcing a mow job on my lawn and I am gonna be hit with a bill and fines. It’s not rational because the people here are lawn mowing freaks (sans my neighbor and me, her lawn looks ten times worse than mine) BUT anxiety disorder gives zero fucks.
I got a call the other day from some alleged children’s charity and they were asking for a min. $50 donation. I explained my situation and said I could chip in $5 or $10…and the fucker hung up on me. I think a legit charity would have said sorry, we have a bare minimum…not CLICK. Scammers need to be prosecuted more vigilantly, they are a scourge.
VERY underrated show in the states…
Private Eyes with Jason Priestly and Cindy Sampson.
I caught onto it long before it crossed from Canadian TV to American, but I really like it. It’s not dark, it has a light heart, and their chemistry is great.
My kid likes the new BH90210. I won’t watch it. I used to be a Melrose Place addict, but wouldn’t touch that remake with a ten foot pole, either. Some oldies but goodies should remain a good memory, not a tarnished reboot. Even if it entertains people.
I would ALMOST be okay with a reboot of NBC’s The Pretender. But without Michael T. Weiss and the others, I doubt it would have the same tenor or it would resonate as much. That show should have lasted far more than four seasons and a couple of movies. Sad. 😦
“People don’t just snap and start shooting.”
Um….TV definitely got that one wrong.
the way they refer on TV to New Orleans as a ‘small town’. We live in a small town, population 400. I grew up in a town of 144, including livestock. Think I got the small town crown on this one, TV.
Artificial intelligence freaks me out.
Sure, if I had a robot housekeeper or pets that could adapt to meet my emotional needs, that’d be peachy.
But the capabilities for it to be used for evil are just too great. And not just in the hands of the bad guys. I love my country but I honestly fear my government.
The same person has clicked the like button like ten times on the same post I put up yesterday. This makes me think a bot is stuck like a needle on a vinyl record. Bizarre. Maybe a wordpress glitch? Paranoia soaring…
Hookah bars creep me out. I’ve never been to one, just see them on TV every now and then but there is just something…weird about it. I have issues, apparently. I don’t like change or new things. And living in Podunk, a hookah bar is pretty unfamiliar territory.
One of the worst things about clinical depression is how difficult it makes such normal basic things. Like bathing, refilling ice cube trays, dishes, laundry. It all seems insurmountable and no sooner than it is done, you gotta do it again. When I am manic or stable, I can keep up. Unfortunately, bipolar 2 means 8 months a year I am anything but manic or stable so depression becomes a way of life. And those who doubt how severe depression can be are very ignorant.
And I mean the word ignorant in the true dictionary meaning of the word. Not stupid. Not a jerk. Just…uninformed. Educate yourself on the topic before passing judgments. An open mind is not a bad thing.
Anxiety is a bitch of the highest order. Just watching suspenseful shows sends my fight or flight receptors into hyperdrive. Wasn’t this extreme before the psychos at my psych center went on their benzo crackdown, the higher dose Xanax was keeping the panic attacks at bay for the most part. Now I am flying with a net full of holes and made of gossamer. Another thing people don’t understand. There’s being nervous and then there is having a disorder where the fear response is so extreme you can’t functional normally. It doesn’t just apply to things you dislike, it covers everything, normal and high stress.
Like your skeleton trying to crawl out from under your skin, 24-7.
Add to my list of shit that freaks me out,..
Facial recognition, vein mapping, ear prints…It looks very cool on TV when the good guys are trying to find the bad guys.
For people like me who value privacy and their safe spaces, it’s very intrusive. Not that Podunk region has more than the usual store and traffic cameras, but still…People who say if you have nothing to hide you nothing to fear really don’t appreciate the privilege of privacy and anonymity.
After 9/11 there was a poll or something that said $60 some odd percent of people were willing to forego privacy to feel safe from terrorists and the like. I look forward to the day this bites everyone on the ass because privacy ceases to exist even in your own home. Because it is heading there. Political disagreement, websites the powers that be disagree with, simply being related to or knowing someone ‘of interest’ puts you on the radar even if you’ve done nothing wrong.
That is going to go very very wrong at some point.
I have to enact this phrase when my kid has prattled on about slime ten straight minutes. Because the kid can talk about slime infinitely and um…I outgrew that stuff when I was 12 and we’d get it out of the store quarter machines and pretend it was snot coming out our noses.
Don’t judge me, I was 12 and it was funny to gross out the parents.
Fleeting boost of self esteem…
when you buy alcohol and the register asks the cashier if the customer is over 40…and the cashier asks for ID. I guess I’m holding up okay for 46.
Yeah, yeah, she was doing her job well. Let me have this one, people,
What I was saying about mental health issues mucking up every facet of your life…I’ve been famished all day, haven’t eaten a morsel since this time last night, and it’s taken me all day to decide on what to eat and proceed. And I doubt I’d have gotten this far if I didn’t have to feed my child. Lack of appetite isn’t the problem some days. It’s just inability to make a choice and carry through.
It boggles me…
the creative license TV and movies take with technology. I don’t care how great your phone/tablet/laptop are, if you’re using the damn thing for hours at a time, you’re gonna burn juice and it WILL die. Considering how mobile everyone is they’re obviously not charging them at random intervals.
Yeah, yeah, I need a life outside TV shows. At the moment, thjis is what comforts me. Sort of. I mean, I need something to rail against incessantly other than my family and mental health issues and ugh, the worst of all…politics.
Which my dad and stepmom were on about when they came to ‘help’ mow my lawn which involved them yelling at me, me doing 3/4 of the lawn, then them yelling some more at the inch wide spots I missed…They think all republicans should be in office and democrats are demons.
Their idiocy boggles the mind. Between the confederate flags everywhere in their yard and their MAGA signs, being around them is a testament to my tolerance and ability to temper my, well, temper.
Which for the record, I am totally cool being called a demoncrat. I have commitment issues so I am just as likely to vote for a Republitard if they can get the job done better. Oh, wait, republitard is offensive, isn’t? But demoncrat is only complimentary to a ghoul like me so bite me, PC police.
The internet peanut gallery is already picking on the lyrics on a new Taylor Swift song because it doesn’t accurately depict London or some shit. People need to get lives. Songs are supposed to be fun, sometimes fictional or imagined.
“Mom and dad I’m not sorry…for dismembering your bodies…”
That is a line from an old song I like. I am sincerely doubtful all the members dismembered their parents. But by all means, net trolls, jump on that band wagon, too. Nothing makes you feel better than picking on others.
And for any troll-y types who think I need to get a life…You’re not exactly wrong. But I am also raising a kid alone, battling mental health issues, struggling with money, and battling to survive every day with my kid, cats, and myself in tact. Which is why I’m not on six different social media platforms. Because…I’m busy, ya know, living a life. The net is my place to vent which is therapeutic. I don’t expect anyone to agree with me. I am just exercising my right to free speech…while it still exists.
I’m not picking on people. Because I dislike everyone equally. I am fair that way.
Deep fake videos and photos…also freaking me the fuck out. How can you trust anything you hear or see anymore?
Technology has gotten terrifying. Anyone who isn’t scared….See dictionary meaning of ignorant.
Things currently irking me…