LOL! Amen sister!

But to add to that... I hate it when GAY guys are instantly rude or don't bother striking up small-talk just because they're afraid you'll misinterpret that into thinking they're interested in you. It's usually the uber-studly or uber-queenie types that do that. It's like, "dayumn, get over yourself! I don't want you!"

I'm just genuinely shy when it comes to gays because of my past experiences with a lot of them. I could write a book of Petrarchan sonnets.

When someone wakes me up. I don't care what their reason is or even if they do it in a sweet or sexy or romantic way. If I am asleep and someone decides to wake me, then I go a tad psycho.

That, and messiness.

Edited May 4, 200718 yr by Jaime Vanessa

Slow walkers. People who live in a downtown metropolis and don't keep up a downtown pace. In Toronto, there is a certain pace you hit going north and south when you can always get green lights.

Sidewalk standers. "Hmm...this busy sidewalk seems the ideal place for me to stand and talk with my friends." Hey, jerk, how about you move the Hell out of the way.

Overweight children. I get so upset at parents with large children. I mean, the kid doesn't know any better--he/she eats what his parents give him--but the parents should know better. I used to work at a grocery store and another peeve were the wheezing, fatty-fatty-boh-boh-latties with their tonnes of junk food, bacon, cookies, white bread, pizzas and ice cream sandwiches--and a kid, munching on something. Troubles breathing... red, puffy faces... walking with limps... and empty, empty eyes as they load mound upon mount of trash onto the conveyor belt, nary a veggie in sight... I always left that job feeling so sad.

Pushover parents. No, no... don't give your screaming larva of a child a piece of candy to shut them up, you stupid tool. It is painfully obvious what's going on! Your kids acts that way because he/she knows you will reward them. The screams are not independant of the rewarding behavious; they are dependant. Stop the rewarding, and the screams will stop. D'uh.

Emos. Oh, poor you, life is so sad. Get over it. Everyone knows the realities of life already and don't need to always look sad with long hair. Sadly, you aren't the first person to feel those emotions. In fact, as a teenager, you are a little late to the life-is-so-sad train; millions have felt it before you. Try living in Darfur and pull that crap.

Public kissers. "I'm so hot, I'll heavy pet with my boyfriend right in a doorway... Eww, why are people staring?" We wouldn't stare, sweetie, if you'd didn't do it in a doorway of a busy intersection.

Stuck-up twinks. Listen little miss 20-year-old. Just because you get a weekly $100 "haircut, style and dye" and wear a yellow shirt with Marilyn Monroe in glitter doesn't make you hot [!@#$%^&*]. And don't take the stares as compliments; people rubberneck at car wrecks, too. Plus, the little flabby gut you're sporting will only get worse. And for goodness sake, do some arm and chest workouts!!

Edited May 4, 200718 yr by Andre

I hate when people answer the phone during dinner. I think that's so rude to do because it just makes things awkward, especially if it's only the two of you. What is the other person supposed to do? You just sit there, looking stupid and awkward.

I have to add slow drivers to my list.

I've gotten two speeding tickets in my four years of driving, but I don't consider myself to be an overly-speedy driver. I'll do about 20km over the speed limit mostly.

But, it annoys the hell out of me, when someone is driving below the speed limit!

Stuck-up twinks. Listen little miss 20-year-old. Just because you get a weekly $100 "haircut, style and dye" and wear a yellow shirt with Marilyn Monroe in glitter doesn't make you hot [!@#$%^&*]. And don't take the stares as compliments; people rubberneck at car wrecks, too. Plus, the little flabby gut you're sporting will only get worse. And for goodness sake, do some arm and chest workouts!!

Word.

Anyone seen the annoying bitches on MTV's My Super Sweet Sixteen?

-Old people wearing "young" labels. Like a HUGE 40 year old man rocking an American Eagle "I can be your Private Dancer" shirt.

Edited May 5, 200718 yr by WTGH

Slow walkers. People who live in a downtown metropolis and don't keep up a downtown pace. In Toronto, there is a certain pace you hit going north and south when you can always get green lights.

This happens all the time at one particular university building I have had to pass through everyday to get to one of my classes. When it finally got nice outside, I finally gave up walking through that building to get to class and walking outside instead. It was so much faster!

Overweight children. I get so upset at parents with large children. I mean, the kid doesn't know any better--he/she eats what his parents give him--but the parents should know better. I used to work at a grocery store and another peeve were the wheezing, fatty-fatty-boh-boh-latties with their tonnes of junk food, bacon, cookies, white bread, pizzas and ice cream sandwiches--and a kid, munching on something. Troubles breathing... red, puffy faces... walking with limps... and empty, empty eyes as they load mound upon mount of trash onto the conveyor belt, nary a veggie in sight... I always left that job feeling so sad.

Yeah, this is borderline offensive but I totally agree and I agree about overweight people in general as well. I'm sick of people who have weight issues complaining about how people perceive them. North America in particular has a high obesity rate. Go to Europe, Asia, etc. and you'll find that's more often than not that obesity isn't purely biological like so many assume it is but environmental because those people in those other continents aren't experiencing an obesity problem like people are in NA. Why??? Because they have a more balanced diet, they exercise more, etc.

Pushover parents. No, no... don't give your screaming larva of a child a piece of candy to shut them up, you stupid tool. It is painfully obvious what's going on! Your kids acts that way because he/she knows you will reward them. The screams are not independant of the rewarding behavious; they are dependant. Stop the rewarding, and the screams will stop. D'uh.

I have a cousin who spoils her child senseles. My cousin's kid is a nice kid but if she doesn't get her way, she becomes overly bratty and it drove me crazy that my cousin continuously gave her what she wanted all the time.

Emos. Oh, poor you, life is so sad. Get over it. Everyone knows the realities of life already and don't need to always look sad with long hair. Sadly, you aren't the first person to feel those emotions. In fact, as a teenager, you are a little late to the life-is-so-sad train; millions have felt it before you. Try living in Darfur and pull that crap.

Haha..this one makes me laugh.

Public kissers. "I'm so hot, I'll heavy pet with my boyfriend right in a doorway... Eww, why are people staring?" We wouldn't stare, sweetie, if you'd didn't do it in a doorway of a busy intersection.

Yeah, I fail to understand how some people are totally fine with making out with their significant others in public. To each their own, I guess.

Stuck-up twinks. Listen little miss 20-year-old. Just because you get a weekly $100 "haircut, style and dye" and wear a yellow shirt with Marilyn Monroe in glitter doesn't make you hot [!@#$%^&*]. And don't take the stares as compliments; people rubberneck at car wrecks, too. Plus, the little flabby gut you're sporting will only get worse. And for goodness sake, do some arm and chest workouts!!

Haha...I'm 20 and I'm the complete opposite of this. I've been seeing this lately with a lot of 13-17-year-olds, though. Ahh..to be that age again...

Slow drivers are also a pet peeve of mine as well as people who don't signal. My mom's a slow driver and it drives me crazy whenever I drive with her or she drives me somewhere. People who cross the street at a pedestrian crossing as if their walking under the moonlight annoy the h-ll out of me as well. When I cross the street and I KNOW that someone is waiting to drive through, I run! One time, this kid was walking at snail pace, I'm sure he was trying to spite me that as soon as he was an inch out of harm's way, I started driving just to scare him enough to walk faster. I'm not sorry..that kid was being a total brat!