Things you have an irrational hatred of

[spike]

I’ve sorta stopped going to eat at places solely bc I hate tipping.

I've stopped going because the price has gone through the roof and the service and food have gone to shit.

This is the mostly reason for me too

I spent $18 on me and my kid at Taco Bell the other day. On three items. Couldn’t believe it.

[The Argonaut]

I cannot stand people who talk endlessly. How the fuck do you go on and on for like 5 minutes uninterrupted? It's like they are having a conversation with themselves, and everyone else is just a prisoner.

There are a couple people like this in my family. It drives me nutty. Prisoner is the right word, I always feel like a prisoner. I'm currently hiding in the pantry from a "story" that began before dinner, lasted throughout, through dessert, no end in sight

[Jorge]

I worked with a guy recently whose horrible habit was describing, in excruciatingly long winded detail, memes that he'd seen lately

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

Look, I'm no natural storyteller. I'm more than a little goofy and I'm sure I've been guilty of going into too much detail when I talk about something that I'm really into at that moment. But I've never in my life just monologued for forty minutes. It's truly astounding that this is even possible for a person to do.

[dad]

Look, I'm no natural storyteller. I'm more than a little goofy and I'm sure I've been guilty of going into too much detail when I talk about something that I'm really into at that moment. But I've never in my life just monologued for forty minutes. It's truly astounding that this is even possible for a person to do.

are you still in the pantry?

[The Argonaut]

It's over now. I don't know. It's tough. I'm a quiet, kind of shy guy, so I can appreciate people who are not that. Who fill the space that I might leave open. But there's a difference between that and just lecturing with no end.

[Jorge]

It's over now. I don't know. It's tough. I'm a quiet, kind of shy guy, so I can appreciate people who are not that. Who fill the space that I might leave open.

It's why we're such good friends. I fill your space.

[spike]

My mom can talk forever. Pretty sure she’s also losing her hearing, which has made it worse, because she’d rather talk to fill the space than struggle to listen.

[Chris_H_2]

i love my dad to death. but he has this annoying habit of adding onto whatever you say to always sound like an authority about everything, most of the time having no idea what he's talking about. example:

my mother to me: "do you need to keep adding charcoal to your ceramic grill to keep it hot?"
me: "you shouldn't, unless you're cooking something for a really, really long time. it maintains and holds the same temperature"
my father, unprompted: "yeah, it should last you at least an hour, sometimes more."*

*Note: my father has never cooked on a big green egg or kamado joe and has no clue how they work. Also note: the charcoal lasts WAY longer than an hour dad.

[doug rr]

a very good friend of ours that we love to death is coming up here from LA for thanksgiving with her husband..they are going to stay for about 5 days..she will not shut the fuck up ever..she's an incredible chef so i put up with it....also, i tuned out my mom years ago because she talks nonsense nonstop

[bart]

Is this a walk in pantry? In the kitchen? Genuinely curious

[The Argonaut]

I feel like last night broke something in me. I don't remember how normal conversations are supposed to function.

Bart - yeah, walk-in pantry off the kitchen. Maybe ten feet by six feet? I can measure it later

[doug rr]

I feel like last night broke something in me. I don't remember how normal conversations are supposed to function.

Bart - yeah, walk-in pantry off the kitchen. Maybe ten feet by six feet? I can measure it later

how many cans of tomatoes are in there?

[The Argonaut]

I feel like last night broke something in me. I don't remember how normal conversations are supposed to function.

Bart - yeah, walk-in pantry off the kitchen. Maybe ten feet by six feet? I can measure it later

how many cans of tomatoes are in there?

I know there are at least three cans of diced tomatoes and one can of petite diced tomatoes. I don't think there are any whole tomatoes, though.

[bodysnatcher]

Chris_H, that sounds all too familiar for me too

[doug rr]

I feel like last night broke something in me. I don't remember how normal conversations are supposed to function.

Bart - yeah, walk-in pantry off the kitchen. Maybe ten feet by six feet? I can measure it later

how many cans of tomatoes are in there?

I know there are at least three cans of diced tomatoes and one can of petite diced tomatoes. I don't think there are any whole tomatoes, though.

what varieties of beans are in there?

[doug rr]

for many years my wife has always given out my cell phone number for business/doctor things that have nothing to do with me..i get a phone call or 2 every day for her related to things i know nothing about..

[Chris_H_2]

for many years my wife has always given out my cell phone number for business/doctor things that have nothing to do with me..i get a phone call or 2 every day for her related to things i know nothing about..

was it awkward finding out that way that she was delinquent in child support?

[Chris_H_2]

Chris_H, that sounds all too familiar for me too

it's just so hard to bite my tongue