Pet Peeves/Things That Anger You/Complaints

[mirium]

Boy, does that bring back memories! When I was growing up, my bedroom didn't have a door either. And it was the only way to get from the upstairs to most of the downstairs (it was an oddly designed house). When I was a teenager, I finally convinced them to put up a long curtain to split the space into "my bedroom" and "the hallway" but everyone would still barge into my room without warning, often just to get out of the way of another person going the other direction.

Until I started *ahem* accidentally leaving marbles and low-lying objects on the floor just inside the curtain, so anyone who barged in might *ahem* accidentally end up with bruises on their shins or keister. One person wasn't deterred by that, so I started getting nekkid whenever I was in my room and when I heard someone coming down the stairs, I'd jump up and grab a piece of clothing as if I were in the midst of changing clothes...and I was right, accidentally bursting in on his nekkid teenaged daughter finally brought it to his attention that I should have some privacy. He couldn't look me in the eye for weeks.

Have you thought of getting water pistols and shooting invaders?
And if water doesn't get the message across, invest in some cheap perfume....

[mirium]

Jun 26, 2009 13:48:09 GMT -5 @gregrox said:

Today my school is calling all the people who applied to take this one class next year (its like a really popular class and they only do it every other year so you have to apply to take it) and telling them if they got in or not.

So, did you get in?

[gregrox]

Nope. They decided that because the class was going to be offered again the year I'm supposed to be in grade 12 I could take it then. Too bad I'm going to have graduated by then.

[luf100]

Mirium, that's pretty much exactly how my room is. xD Except we can't really even put curtains up because the walls are slanted. I think it was originally an attic, so the stairs come up right into my room. My brother can't even get into his room without going through mine so it makes people think they can just waltz in and sit on my bed or do whatever they want. Grrrr.

[mirium]

Bummer, gregrox. Maybe your college will offer something similar? What's the class?

luf, have you considered bead curtains? They're a lot more tolerant of odd hanging arrangements, and you can choose between the Exotic Middle Eastern look and the EarthMother Hippie look. Although annoying brothers et al. are likely to rattle them as they go by, just because they can. So the next step is to figure out something to spray on the beads that will cause a nasty rash when touched, and be careful to only enter your room at the unsprayed edges....

(I like to set things up so that someone will be fine if they behave themselves, but will suffer if they don't. That way it isn't revenge for past crimes, it's self-inflicted justice. Like when I had a roommate who kept eating my food and leaving me dinnerless; one day, he was so focused on scrounging through the fridge that he left my carton of eggs out on the table in mid-summer. I hardboiled them and clearly labeled them hardboiled and mine, and put them back in the fridge. The idiot kept eating them and was almost constantly puking for a week.)

doo dee doo dee doo.....

[mirium]

When you go in to the clinic for a follow-up appointment on your sprained ankle and they take more X-rays and find out that their suspicions were right, your foot has broken bones in it, and they put one of those big black boots on you and when you get home you discover that the leg on your good slacks that just barely fit over the upper part of the boot can't get past the heel and you have to cut them off and now you don't have any slacks you can get over the boot except the ones with the leg cut up (and you don't own any skirts) which makes it kind of hard to go to work because they would probably disapprove of you showing up in your underwear. And the doctor didn't even give you Good Drugs, he told you to take over-the-counter stuff.

So you call in sick. That part's not so bad.

[gregrox]

Okay I've discovered that I have a HUGE pet peeve I never knew about. I didn't even know it was a pet peeve actually. But anyway I DESPISE people who steal/mess with/take and put back in the wrong position or in any way harm my pillow set up. I have like six+ pillows on my bed all set up specifically the way I like. If they're not set up right I can't sleep. And I can't sleep without this one pillow because it is like heaven compacted into one tiny little pillow. And last night I get in bed and I'm about to fall asleep and I realise that my favourite pillow is gone and all my other pillows are messed up. Turns out my sister and her friends took it because they were "riding down the stairs on pillows and discovered that my pillow is insanely comfortable" and so they took it to someones house where they were having a sleepover. So I last night I had to sleep with a really uncomfortable pillow and now my neck is killing me.

The next person to steal my pillow is gonna be in for something. I haven't figured out what I'm gonna do yet to stop people from stealing my pillows.

[mirium]

It's hard to find a really good pillow. I don't blame you for being peeved.

and

Not to mention that it's rude to barge into someone else's space and take things. Somehow, the ones who do that aren't as relaxed when someone messes with their stuff.

[cutecollege1]

when you tell people a couple hundred of times you just want to R&R at home and not hang out this weekend, and yet they keep persisting to ask if you can hang sometime during the weekend, and especially when it's to do stuff you have little interest in . If I want to be a hermit crab over the weekend, please just let me be a hermit crab . There's 51 other weekends during the year I can hang out

[mirium]

Would it have helped to turn off your cell phone, let the answering machine pick up calls, and not open their e-mails (maybe not even check your e-mail, if you didn't feel like it)? Or were they literally knocking on your door?

The only effective way to say "no" to some people is to block their ability to ask the question.

Although I must confess that screaming "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" into the phone and then slamming down the receiver and then letting the answering machine/voicemail take all calls all weekend actually feels more satisfying.