Things you have an irrational hatred of

[wease]

Being at a bar alone "to think" is more antithetical to being in a bar than trivia, IMO. I see bars as predominantly social spaces

Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name. And they’re always glad you came.

[Coach]

At the end of the day, you could always spend the first 20 minutes or so at a bar "thinking" and then "socialize" for the remainder of the time.

[epilogue]

Being at a bar alone "to think" is more antithetical to being in a bar than trivia, IMO. I see bars as predominantly social spaces

Totally fair. I think most people probably agree with you. But this is the irrational hatred thread, after all.

[epilogue]

I mostly want to be left alone when I'm solo at a bar. Usually I have on headphones or earbuds. I'm usually writing. My being quiet and wanting to be left alone doesn't impede on anyone else's experience. I can't imagine anyone at a bar where I'm hanging out alone gives a good tin shit what I'm up to, whether that be writing, or drinking, or thinking, or reading, or all of the above. I doubt I cross anyone else's mind at all.

[Bammer]

Wild concept, but hear me out: Bars could put trivia on their schedule so you would know to either attend, or avoid and go to another bar assuming you’re in a city large enough to where it has multiple non-trivia-night bars.

[tree_]

I hate when bars have other people in them. I would much prefer to just have the bar to myself.

[epilogue]

I hate when bars have other people in them. I would much prefer to just have the bar to myself.

wtf

[B]

I don't understand how I can sit on a wide open, windy beach, and I still know the moment the woman 40 ft from me lights a cigarette.

[wease]

I don't understand how I can sit on a wide open, windy beach, and I still know the moment the woman 40 ft from me lights a cigarette.

I thought Mrs B quit smoking

[Bammer]

I don't understand how I can sit on a wide open, windy beach, and I still know the moment the woman 40 ft from me lights a cigarette.

Ahem…

*womxn

[bodysnatcher]

I don't understand how I can sit on a wide open, windy beach, and I still know the moment the woman 40 ft from me lights a cigarette.

Bc it smells horrific

[epilogue]

I don't understand how I can sit on a wide open, windy beach, and I still know the moment the woman 40 ft from me lights a cigarette.

Bc it smells horrific

This

[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.

[BurtReynolds]

I don't mind cigarettes at all. They remind me of hanging out with my friends in bars back before cigarettes were banned. Good times.

[bodysnatcher]

I don't mind cigarettes at all. They remind me of hanging out with my friends in bars back before cigarettes were banned. Good times.

Smoking is still allowed in some bars where I live. It’s weird.

[bart]

I mind it when my kids are around, but in general the smell just takes me back to the ocean city md boardwalk circa 1993

[BurtReynolds]

I don't mind cigarettes at all. They remind me of hanging out with my friends in bars back before cigarettes were banned. Good times.

Smoking is still allowed in some bars where I live. It’s weird.

Without the cigarette smoke, a lot of them smell like sweat and vomit now. The smoke was providing a valuable service.

[bart]

Not to mention ambiance

[bodysnatcher]

and cancer

[spike]

I don't mind cigarettes at all. They remind me of hanging out with my friends in bars back before cigarettes were banned. Good times.

Smoking is still allowed in some bars where I live. It’s weird.

Without the cigarette smoke, a lot of them smell like sweat and vomit now. The smoke was providing a valuable service.

So true.