Everyone already posted what I initially though so: Toxic positivity, the whole "no criticism allowed, only good thoughts" crowd. I'm not going to directly point fingers, but some instances on Lemmy have a severe case of this.
That's funny, I would put that in like 5th place, and was going to say constant complaining. We had to go back to the office (hybrid if you want but at least 3 days a week they said) I expected some degree of complaints but the 2 men who sit next to me complain incessantly all day. All day.
And then leave it in the front of the parking spot, where you can't see it until you've committed to pulling in. Forcing you to back out, gesturing towards the windshield to communicate to the guy that was waiting for you to pull all the way in (who now has to stop to let you out and know you'll beat him to another spot since you're in front) that some jackass left a cart in the spot and it's not your fault!!
Hey Bones, this is Jackby, it's about 2 AM on Friday and I was just calling to chat. I guess you're asleep. Guess that makes sense. It's 2 AM. I was just talking with the others about something I couldn't remember the name of and thought you might know, what's that thing that's really annoying? You always used to talk about it. Yeah, yeah, I'm leaving them a voice mail! They didn't answer. I think they're asleep. Crazy stuff. Sorry about that. Anyways, what was I saying? HA! You can't hear me, I've got to figure it out on my own... Hmmm........ OH! Annoying stuff! You used to be annoyed by something. I was trying to remember but I couldn't do I called you. Anyways, call me back. Thanks! Bye!
No matter how many times I tell my father that I will not listen his voicemails he still does it. Hi crackhappy. This is your dad. It's ummm let's see. Friday the 20th at about.... 10:15 am. I'm here at the hardware store and I there is this tool I was looking at that I wondered you could help me get a cheaper price on. This tool is just like my dad used to use in 1954, with my uncle hap. Hap was a sailor in the merchant Marines in world war I, and the name of his boat was... Hold on a second I'll get it. Oh right, it was the Jenny Marie. this is but a small sample of the voicemails he leaves
If there are three legs, and one is a different height, the table won't wobble but the top will be slanted. Probably still not ideal at a coffee shop, but at least it won't move!
Clueless drivers with zero self-awareness leaving a path of almost accidents wherever they go because everyone has to entirely re-route about the perimeter of their fucking car.
Where I live we have crazy wide streets in the right lane so if you’re making a right turn there’s all the space in the world to scoot over and make your turn without slowing down traffic, but these monsters have the IQ of a rock and decide to slam their brakes (no signal of course) then take six years to slowly turn into whatever parking lot they’re headed toward.
It gives you just a bit of a numb hurt that goes on all day long, and gives you all kinds of other bad thoughts and feelings on top, and all you can do is wait until it decides to go away after some weeks or months.
I cycled past some communal workers blowing leafs with an electric leafblower and holy shit the difference to a gas powered one is monumental. It‘s so incredibly quiet it didn‘t bother me at all.
Where I live gas powered ones are banned but if you say anything you’re racist so I keep my mouth shut.
But fuck do I hate them, without warning they just crank them up and I have to go all around closing all the doors/windows I have open; the gas smell still comes inside so then I’ve got to run an air purifier for like six hours.
My touch screen in my car doesn't even work anymore and that's fine. I don't need it, but the problem when it gets to summer time, the screen goes crazy and starts just hitting random buttons on screen and the prev or next buttons on my steering wheel stop working. The only way to fix it is do a completely reset of the radio. I hate that touch screen and wish I could figure out how to make just a simple display
having very sensitive feet (ticklish) and having a fire-ant bites on the bottom of your foot. you have to scratch it. you can't not scratch it. when you scratch it your foot goes nuts.
The inverse is people who take forever to cough up a sentence. I tend to interrupt people like this. I really try not to interrupt but damn just what you’ve got to say.