Three Things I Hate

I need to rant.

I hate...

1. when you're checking out in a supermarket with a retarded person as your bagger.

No offense to anyone who has little brothers/sisters/etc. who are retarded- I can sympathize. My sister is mentally retarded. Actually, screw all of you, I don't care. I'm pissed when I have someone who has obvious mental problems bag my things. Why? Not because they're mentally retarded and touching my food (I don't give a shit about any of that stereotypical crap people say) but because they're putting in my eggs with my canned goods! My bread with my cartons of milk! What the fuck, man! And the worst part of it is that you can't say anything. Oh, sure, legally you can say something, like to the manager or whatnot. But everyone's going to think you're a great big pile of douche because you criticized the retarded person. And you are. You just can't do it. Again, I don't care that they're retarded. I care that they're ruining my food because they can't do their fucking job.

Even someone will the smallest IQ has some redeeming qualities- my sister, for instance, should work at the customer service desk and be asked where things are. She could be the virtual store map and keep track of inventory of the entire store at the same time. You could ask where anything is and she would point you to aisle, shelf number, and the height it is above the floor. Could she bag? Well, probably. She's high-functioning. My point is that there are people who can't and they shouldn't be a given a position simply because they're retarded.

2. little nothing people who think their job is more important than it is.

For instance, the conductor on a train that I take sometimes. What do conductor people do nowadays? They give you a ticket to ride and you give them money. Not very important. My conductor, on the other hand, has such a big head that I'm surprised he can fit it on the train.

The other day, I got to the station in the morning sometime (I take it to visit a friend who lives on the other side of the county, but about two feet from the train station). There were a bunch of business-type commuter people milling around, and no one was talking to each other. That's train etiquette. You don't make eye contact. Somehow, it's rude. This rule is normally the status quo that no one messes with.

Finally, the train arrives and we begin getting on. You know how when you board a train in the middle like that, there's a left car you can go into and a right car? It doesn't matter which you go in. You can sit wherever you want. Yet another status quo.

Suddenly, out of no where, this conductor pops up and blocks the entrance to the left car to begin breaking all status quos. "WOAH!" he shouts. "WOAH WOAH WOAH. NO ONE should go into the left car! Right car only, I want you all in one place!" For what? A terrorist operation? A maintenance thing? No, it turns out, just because it makes his life easier.

A random black guy tries to go left. "STOP!" the conductor bellows. "GO RIGHT! YOU MUST GO RIGHT!"

Awesome random black guy: "I ain't goin' right for shit. I can git in the left car if I want."
Conductor: "Sir, go into the right."
ARBG: "Cos it make your job easier?"
Conductor: "No, I just want-"
ARBG: "I dun give a flyin' fuck. It cos I'm black? This a racist thing?"
The conductor starts to lose his steam. "No! Er, could you just-"
ARBG: "If it's racist thing, I'll report you."
Conductor: "Uh-"
ARBG: "Move!"

And he shoved right past the conductor into the left car and refused to move. All the other passengers were snickering. We didn't care that much and were mostly getting into the proper car, but we still laughed at the now-humiliated conductor. Fuck yeah, random black guy! You go!

3. arrogant people who decide that anyone who has their own opinion and refuses to change their mind (especially if they happen to be correct in a textbook-definition way) must be arrogant in turn.

This is a slightly personal hate. My only serious boyfriend was an arrogant little son of a bitch who hated that I occasionally didn't agree with everything he said. Especially on grammar, where I'm usually on the right. Sorry! I just am. Not on everything, not all the time, and not really on any other subjects (I'm sounding more ignorant by the minute...), but on grammar, why, yes! I happen to know many of its rules. This makes me arrogant. Let me go find one of these interesting conversations for you to review.

Boyfriend: Multitudes of patients were treated in the hospitals each year, and they were considered to be the best in the tropical region. ---Multitudes of patients were treated each year in the hospitals; considered to be the best in the tropical region.
Boyfriend: much better
Boyfriend: editting for rachel
Me: (winces)
Me: not better, dear
Me: if you use a ';' , each side has to be able to stand on its own.
Me: hmm... what's she trying to say in this sentence exactly?
Me: what were the best?
Boyfriend: hospitals
Boyfriend: like it says
Boyfriend: Multitudes of patients were treated in the hospitals each year, and they were considered to be the best in the tropical region. ---Multitudes of patients were treated each year in the hospitals: considered to be the best in the tropical region.
Boyfriend: Multitudes of patients were treated in the hospitals each year and they were considered to be the best in the tropical region. ---Multitudes of patients were treated each year in the hospitals; considered to be the best in the tropical region.
Boyfriend: there
Me: (winces)
Me: eh... blegh. I really don't like the sentence, hehe.
Boyfriend: it supposed to sound chunky. written in 1918.
Me: ... and? They could write then too, you know.
Me: hehe
Boyfriend: no they couldn't
Boyfriend: if tolkien is any example and he's even more modern
Me: Um, he wrote very, very long sentences.
Boyfriend: the sentences go on....and on....
Me: Not short ones.
Boyfriend: and on
Boyfriend: and on
Me: So... why is it choppy again then?
Boyfriend: the best way to write that sentence is with two.
Boyfriend: but this way it sounds more old
Me: look... I'm sorry, but that is honestly the stupidest thing I've ever heard. X''D (is dying laughing)
Boyfriend: oh really?
Me: yes!!
Boyfriend: write it so it sounds old, smarty pants
Me: I'll write it so it sounds better, silly.
Boyfriend: anyone can do that
Me: Multitudes of patients were treated each year in the hospitals, which were considered to be the best in the tropical region.
Me: That's the most I can do without seeing the rest of it.
Boyfriend: that sounds like a perfectly fine sentence
Boyfriend: written by a kid in 2005.
Me: Otherwise it could be 'Multitudes of patients were treated each year in the hospitals. The hospitals were considered to be the best in the tropical region.'
Me: look, it's a sentence.
Me: a grammatically correct sentence.
Me: is she trying to write like this is a journal in the early 1900's or whatnot?
Boyfriend: written as like in 1918
Boyfriend: lots of people back then wrote not unlike today, but in order for it to sound old it has to...sound old.
Boyfriend: grrrrr, you drive me nuts sometimes
Me: You can definitely use more formal sentence construction, but short, choppy sentences are not the way to go.
Me: I'm driving you nuts?!
Me: ye gods
Boyfriend: just a tad!
Boyfriend: "no no stupid. you suck. this is the way to do it."
Boyfriend: ^ that's annoying
Me: (insulted) I did not say that at all!
Boyfriend: (19:41:02) Me: look... I'm sorry, but that is honestly the stupidest thing I've ever heard. X''D (is dying laughing)
(19:41:13) Boyfriend: oh really?
(19:41:18) Me: yes!!
(19:41:19) Boyfriend: write it so it sounds old, smarty pants
(19:41:30) Me: I'll write it so it sounds better, silly.
Me: I was trying to help you help Rachel, and what you're saying is sounding extremely silly to me. Lmao, it does sound stupid. Come on. Short choppy sentences sound old? Can't you laugh at yourself there?
Boyfriend: not really. my memory of it is that they didn't use all run on sentences and that they often weren't as picky with smooth flow and exact correctness.
Me: well... don't you want her to get an 'A'? The early 1900's people weren't being graded.
Boyfriend: it's a social studies article. her teacher won't care if her flow isn't smooth as silk.
Me: then why would the teacher care if it's 1900's writing?!
Boyfriend: just try to offer suggestions instead of being a grammatical bull in a china shop. your way isn't always automatically the perfect one.
Boyfriend: oawigehawoeighaw
Boyfriend: i'll be back in a few

After which he stormed off and cried himself to sleep or whatever. What a whiney little asshole... how could I ever have dated him? For one thing, I told him at the start (or at least tried to explain to him) how Marlie would always be more important to me than he would. He didn't like that much at all. And it's not the nicest thing to say, maybe, but he got me on the spot by asking who I would save first if he, Marlie, and all the rest of our friends were in a building. Who asks that kind of question? You all know its answer. Yamis are about an infinite amount of times better than boyfriends.

Have you ever had a boyfriend who said he wanted someone intelligent with her own opinions but it turned out that he just wanted a little nodding-head doll who agreed with everything he said?