- Having to place myself in necessary positions which make me feel like an asshole, because my previous life-long inclination of wanting to be a "nice guy" still tugs at my conscience .
- In attempting to sign up for a web discussion forum you really like, the site refusing to accept you because your email address comes up on some "Obvious Spammer" email list. WTF? My email address is my full name, followed by the standard gmail designation. Then again, maybe they've associated it with this blog.
- My fear of further commitment.
- Neurotic women requiring constant assurrances; and who get further agitated when any one of their texts that you receive during the work day goes unanswered for any extended period of time.
- Skipping breakfast, driving 30 miles to work, finding out you left your wallet at home; and you didn't bring lunch - and have only one cigarette left.
- Those who can only manage to find mutual problems when they're not in your company; meaning they want to debate endlessly via text message instead. **sigh**
- The Blue Screen of Death!
- And while we're on the subject, the IT techs snickering and making vague jokes about porn on your computer - when you KNOW there's no porn on your computer. And then when reviewing your personal content afterwards to make sure it survived, running across a couple of *questionable* home videos of you and an ex inter-mixed with dozens and dozens of personal photos, that she had shared from her thumb drive of picture memories when the two of you split up, and was subsequently downloaded onto your hard drive. D'oh!
Your station for all misanthropy, all the time.
Dub'
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