... that I can't quite hear, I don't know the name of, and can't remember where I heard it.
This thread is about things that make you want to smash things in blind uncomprehending rage.
There is a song in my head...
... that I can't quite hear, I don't know the name of, and can't remember where I heard it.
This thread is about things that make you want to smash things in blind uncomprehending rage.
Willful stupidity. There's nothing worse than someone who will struggle against learning something that they would use *every* *single* *day* because they're so proud of being stupid in some field that it would permanently destroy their entire self-worth to know something--anything--about it.
Come on people, there's no excuse. Around here, what most people talk about that I'm clueless in regards to is hockey -- because I hate hockey -- but even I know the Leafs suck and I'm not ashamed of knowing that.
/threadOriginally Posted by Citizen Bleys
I'd like to share a short tale with you, though.
I once spent a short time in Italy. And in that short time, I made several friends, most of whom I never learned the names of.
I performed a social experiment where I stood on a street corner in a Venice next to an outdoor market, and stopped people passing by to explain to them (in my broken Italian) the benefits of genetic modification to plants. I don't remember where I kept the results -- I know I recorded them in a journal somewhere -- but iirc about 95% of people I stopped and talked to listened receptively. After my spiel, about half of them asked a few more questions, and afterwards thanked me for the information. A small handful of people politely helped me with my grammar and then thanked me for the information. The rest thanked me for the information and went on their way, except for a couple who said they would look deeper into the matter through online research and gave me their phone numbers in case I wanted to continue the discussion. And then they thanked me for the information. Basically, the results were great; everyone was very warm and receptive, and even the people who disagreed with my stance were happy to learn about something they didn't really have an active interest in. Nobody took offense at my mediocre Italian speech. The only people who even declined a conversation were in a rush, and even then said they were sorry they wouldn't be able to chat. And it was genuine.
...Needless to say, the results of the experiment did not go over the same in America.
tl;dr: If you want to be around people that aren't raised to be ignorant little trouts, live in Italy. You don't even need to learn Italian. Random people on the streets will help you learn while you're there.
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Every day I catch the bus there is somebody trying to convert me to their noble cause and I really don't give a tit. Hassling strangers tick me off.
Flies that think walking on my face in the morning is the most important thing.
I don't get terrible road rage, but driving in general consistently aggravates me. I don't expect people to drive how I drive, but I expect at least a little common sense and decency, which I seems to never happen on the road.
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Sounds like I should pop over to Italy then.
Tigma, if I passed you in Italy I would have smashed your face. We have no tolerance for that nonsense in America.
When I can't figure out what movie I've seen an actor in, it drives me crazy.
You obviously missed the point entirely. But I forgive you, because it's not your fault you're an American.
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I caught the point. I chose to ignore it. (Or enforce it.)
Also, people who have phone conversations while on speaker in public. Horrifyingly irritating.
It isn't... obvious..?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Touristy Tourists.
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People trying to get me irritable. I'm a pretty laid back sort of person so when I get "doesn't x,y,z bother you?" it gets a little boring after a while.
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