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[Kage]

My mother works in the same semiconductor manufacturing place that I do. Occasionally I eat lunch with her.

 

... I keep trying to tell her in Mandarin (most people are Vietnamese here, next subsets are Mexicans or Filipino) to close her mouth when she's chewing or to not speak when she's got food in her mouth still. It's gross. And sometimes I'm sitting right in front of her and :c

[Gegenji]

I eat with my mouth open... sometimes?

 

I'm pretty sure I don't do it much anymore, but I can't say I've never not done it (and I'm not so bold to state that I never do it now, I'm sure there's a couple cases where I still do that just slip my mind). I think my biggest offender with it when I was younger was with mashed potatoes. And I love me my mashed potatoes, so I got a stern talking to more than once. :blush:

 

I do make sure to never talk when my mouth is full, though. Which has led to me sometimes being asked to hurry up and finish eating because I spent more time in conversation than actually working on the meal.

[Kage]

Yeah I can't say that 100% stopped but I will say that after experiencing how it can appear I strive not to. Occasionally something will get stuck in my teeth that I can't quite subtly get rid of before finishing the meal.

 

I just think... try to cover your mouth if you need to talk and there's food

[Unnamed Mercenary]

I eat with my mouth open... sometimes?

 

I'm pretty sure I don't do it much anymore, but I can't say I've never not done it (and I'm not so bold to state that I never do it now, I'm sure there's a couple cases where I still do that just slip my mind). I think my biggest offender with it when I was younger was with mashed potatoes. And I love me my mashed potatoes, so I got a stern talking to more than once. :blush:

 

It's probably impossible to be 100% quiet while eating, and there will always be times mouths are open. ...it's when it's for everything eaten it can get bad. ...especially if meals are otherwise eaten in silence. (I'm one of those people that requires loud noise while eating to drain out the eating sounds. "Quiet" family dinners are not quiet.)

 

And mashed potatoes make everything better. Always. Unless someone is trying to slurp them or something.

[Khoure]

Let me preface this rant by mentioning that I'd never actually follow through on these urges, and I know the thoughts I get are wrong and very unfair to my fellow human, so trust me, I'm not an asshole. But at the same time, I can't really control getting those urges in the first place, short of hightailing it out of there. I guess this is less "why humanity" and more "why brain why". It is still IRL tho, so on topic?

 

 

 

okay, so the sound of eating. The sound of someone mashing a slimy wet mushy wad of food with their mouth WIDE FREAKING OPEN IN THE MIDDLE OF PUBLIC. No matter how I try to reason with myself, it's impossible for me not to consider them a disgusting pig, a vile shit covered cow of a person, almost anything that invokes disgust that I can call them, I've done it in my head.

 

Trust me, I tell myself all the time, food eating is such a small thing, and to think it has any indicator on intelligence is really messed up. But if you're making easily preventable eating noises I will without a doubt compare your intelligence to an animal as I fill with a rage no human should ever have over something so ridiculous.

 

When someone is not just eating with their mouths open, but also talking with food still in their mouths, or loudly sucking sauce off their fingers, or making that completely unnecessary smacking noise with the wad of chewed up paste in their mouth?  there are few things I want to do more than jump over to them and tear the food from their mouth, hit them, slap,, throw them to the ground, stomp on their face, etc.. the worst is how much the thought of watching them cry and bleed in some way makes me happy in those moments and then also distressed because what the hell is wrong with me.

 

And of course, there's the flipside where sometimes I just feel so trapped and panicked, and I end unable to do anything cause my hearts racing and I just want to get out of there so badly. So I bite my cheek, cover my ears, squeezing  down with the base of my thumbs until my earlobes ache, hoping that if I'm obvious enough they might take pity and if they aren't, at least it's muffled a bit.

 

I also hate it how so many people bring apples to lecture because I legit can NOT work or concentrate on anything when that hell-fruit is being consumed in my vicinity.

 

 

 

yes. YES. ALL OF IT SO MUCH. You have described a person I live with. But might I add. Oatmeal. Lip-smacking. And demon noodles (instant ramen). When this person eats, I usually immediately reach for anything that can make noise. (Usually computer headset or headphones). ...if I can't think of a good excuse for a song, I put on white noise. Sweet, blissful, white noise.

 

My mother works in the same semiconductor manufacturing place that I do. Occasionally I eat lunch with her.

 

... I keep trying to tell her in Mandarin (most people are Vietnamese here, next subsets are Mexicans or Filipino) to close her mouth when she's chewing or to not speak when she's got food in her mouth still. It's gross. And sometimes I'm sitting right in front of her and :c

 

That must suck so much, I can't imagine it. The worst is, if it were just gross and annoying, it would be one thing. But it's never just that. There's that completely out of character intense anger, the actual violent urges (I wasn't actually using hyperbole unfortunately, the dissonance between "I want to watch you cry with pain I inflicted" and "what in the holy eff is wrong with me" isn't fun). The stress of being unable to stop those feelings, unable to focus on anything else, and unable to not listen for the next sound. And the times where it's panic instead are also hell, like sometimes you're just flinching every time you hear it because the urge to react is so strong. My roommates friend last year liked to do the things I described earlier and now I'm wired to despise her voice at all times because there were so many memories of being subjected to that stress and being unable to escape because it was in my room. She came over to eat almost every day during exam season, and I just could not handle it, since my good headphones had broken and there was nothing to block the sound

[Khoure]

I eat with my mouth open... sometimes?

 

I'm pretty sure I don't do it much anymore, but I can't say I've never not done it (and I'm not so bold to state that I never do it now, I'm sure there's a couple cases where I still do that just slip my mind). I think my biggest offender with it when I was younger was with mashed potatoes. And I love me my mashed potatoes, so I got a stern talking to more than once. :blush:

 

I do make sure to never talk when my mouth is full, though. Which has led to me sometimes being asked to hurry up and finish eating because I spent more time in conversation than actually working on the meal.

 

oh don't worry, I know certain levels of noise can't be helped. Mentally, I completely get it. I know the fault of these reactions are my brain and not "those filthy mouth breathers" or anything. What I'm talking about is a weird sort of disconnect where part of me is completely irrational and the other part understands that food eating is a natural thing, everyone does it, and you can't think worse of them for it (but not able to stifle said irrational part). And yeah, I may not be able to control it but it is more manageable when people make basic efforts to not be loud.

[Unnamed Mercenary]

Let me preface this rant by mentioning that I'd never actually follow through on these urges, and I know the thoughts I get are wrong and very unfair to my fellow human, so trust me, I'm not an asshole. But at the same time, I can't really control getting those urges in the first place, short of hightailing it out of there. I guess this is less "why humanity" and more "why brain why". It is still IRL tho, so on topic?

 

 

 

okay, so the sound of eating. The sound of someone mashing a slimy wet mushy wad of food with their mouth WIDE FREAKING OPEN IN THE MIDDLE OF PUBLIC. No matter how I try to reason with myself, it's impossible for me not to consider them a disgusting pig, a vile shit covered cow of a person, almost anything that invokes disgust that I can call them, I've done it in my head.

 

Trust me, I tell myself all the time, food eating is such a small thing, and to think it has any indicator on intelligence is really messed up. But if you're making easily preventable eating noises I will without a doubt compare your intelligence to an animal as I fill with a rage no human should ever have over something so ridiculous.

 

When someone is not just eating with their mouths open, but also talking with food still in their mouths, or loudly sucking sauce off their fingers, or making that completely unnecessary smacking noise with the wad of chewed up paste in their mouth?  there are few things I want to do more than jump over to them and tear the food from their mouth, hit them, slap,, throw them to the ground, stomp on their face, etc.. the worst is how much the thought of watching them cry and bleed in some way makes me happy in those moments and then also distressed because what the hell is wrong with me.

 

And of course, there's the flipside where sometimes I just feel so trapped and panicked, and I end unable to do anything cause my hearts racing and I just want to get out of there so badly. So I bite my cheek, cover my ears, squeezing  down with the base of my thumbs until my earlobes ache, hoping that if I'm obvious enough they might take pity and if they aren't, at least it's muffled a bit.

 

I also hate it how so many people bring apples to lecture because I legit can NOT work or concentrate on anything when that hell-fruit is being consumed in my vicinity.

 

 

 

 

yes. YES. ALL OF IT SO MUCH. You have described a person I live with. But might I add. Oatmeal. Lip-smacking. And demon noodles (instant ramen). When this person eats, I usually immediately reach for anything that can make noise. (Usually computer headset or headphones). ...if I can't think of a good excuse for a song, I put on white noise. Sweet, blissful, white noise.

 

My mother works in the same semiconductor manufacturing place that I do. Occasionally I eat lunch with her.

 

... I keep trying to tell her in Mandarin (most people are Vietnamese here, next subsets are Mexicans or Filipino) to close her mouth when she's chewing or to not speak when she's got food in her mouth still. It's gross. And sometimes I'm sitting right in front of her and :c

 

That must suck so much, I can't imagine it. The worst is, if it were just gross and annoying, it would be one thing. But it's never just that. There's that completely out of character intense anger, the actual violent urges (I wasn't actually using hyperbole unfortunately, the dissonance between "I want to watch you cry with pain I inflicted" and "what in the holy eff is wrong with me" isn't fun). The stress of being unable to stop those feelings, unable to focus on anything else, and unable to not listen for the next sound. And the times where it's panic instead are also hell, like sometimes you're just flinching every time you hear it because the urge to react is so strong. My roommates friend last year liked to do the things I described earlier and now I'm wired to despise her voice at all times because there were so many memories of being subjected to that stress and being unable to escape because it was in my room. She came over to eat almost every day during exam season, and I just could not handle it, since my good headphones had broken and there was nothing to block the sound

 

On the days it's really bad, I have to notify the person. Then I usually try to seclude myself. anywhere. I could not imagine being stuck in a classroom while it happened. (Thankfully, the schools I went to all had very strict "do not eat in this room" rules that were enforced.)

[Gegenji]

So, after almost T-boning (Is that the proper term? When your car slams headfirst into the side of their car?) a lady while trying to get myself some derishus Chipotle for lunch, I got another ranty-rant of the automotive variety: drivers who seem to completely miss/ignore posted signs and markings.

 

Those that pass on one-lane roads when it's still double-lines, single-occupant cars in the HOV lane when it's still an HOV lane, completely normal people parking in handicapped spaces. Those drivers that are either a car and half away from the line at a traffic light or that have slowly crept their way almost halfway into the intersection (and not the left-turn folks, neither). You know the types.

 

Heck, I get miffed when people don't even follow proper stop sign protocol. I don't mean the rolling stops - if there's no one else coming, slowing down to make sure before making the turn doesn't really bother me. But, like, isn't it an unwritten rule or something that it's like FIFO (First In, First Out) stack in coding? The first person who stops gets to go, then the next person who stopped and so on? And if you both stop at the same time, priority goes to the one on the left?

 

Am I crazy for trying to obey these things?

 

In the case of the lady that I mentioned at the start, I was in those little circular areas where those who are entering are supposed to yield to those in the circle. Apparently this lady didn't give a flying fig because I swear she came at the circle (LEAVING A SHOPPING CENTER, mind you) going at least 40/50. It was only when she realized that her dinky little car would get run over by my SUV that she actually came to a stop (I had slowed down some, expecting her to blow on through, actually). NOT the best situation to have during a lunch break.

 

... And, oddly enough, all this stuff about following markings goes back to one of my earlier complaints about people who can't park properly. Yes, I'll complain about it again. HOW HARD IS IT TO PUT YOUR VEHICLE WITHIN THE TWO WHITE LINES? Over a line or at an angle? BACK OUT AND TRY AGAIN.

 

I swear.

[Kage]

Mmmm chipotle. (At least one of my former statics will joke about me and chipotle. Also I will never live down having let Olive Garden go bad and still eating it. Ask me about that story later).

 

Are you talking about roundabouts? They confuse me. As a Los Angeles Driver, we don't really have those D: In fact, I think the one time I've seen them is in Pasadena. @_@;

 

People! Please forget that in California your right turn is almost always starting in the right most lane and ending in the right most lane :v. Change lanes when safe.

[Kage]

So I was reading an article that made me /palm.

 

An Accident and Emergency nurse gets a call from her teenage daughter's school that she needs to go to school. She's told she really does need to go cause her daughter hit somebody. She gets an extremely snarky comment from the teacher or Principal about it's nice for her to finally meet with them (school, her daughter, the person she hit and that person's parents).

 

Teacher or principal stutter about when she tells them that OF COURSE SHE SHOULD TOTALLY DROP EVERYTHING while she STITCHES UP A BOY'S FACE (40 stitches) cause he was beat by his mom and TALKING TO THE POLICE!

 

What went down according to administrators: The other person, a young man, had snapped the daughter's bra several times. The daughter punched him twice in the face.

 

Mom's reaction is: So you want to know if I'll press sexual assault charges.

Administration: WHAT NO IT'S NOT THAT BAD. BUT LOOK SHE PUNCHED HIM!

 

Daughter details what happens: He snapped my bra several times. I asked him to stop. He didn't. I told the teacher and he told me to ignore it. When he did it again, he undid my bra so I punched him. Twice. He stopped.

 

Mom is understandably upset. Teacher did squat. She gives him several examples of things that he could do that are equal with what the boy did. The mom could undo his pants! The teacher should totally undo the Principal's bra. Or the boy's mom's.

 

But what is the administration's reaction? BUT MOM YOUR DAUGHTER HIT HIM!

 

All the glares in the world. I'm sure.

It's the same reaction with young people being bullied. You put up with it but you don't -deal- with it. Just take the licks.

 

Hey it's just a bra. You say no? No means yes! Keep on going! It's not like it's serious when someone tells you they don't want you doing something to their person.

[SessionZero]

Public schools are a joke. You might as well just brain your kid with a 2x4 for 6 hours a day. It's about the same experience, and yields similar results.

[Hihimi]

All I have to say on the subject of school?

 

The amount of mentally abusive special ed teachers is too damn high. We should form the amount of mentally abusive special ed teachers is too damn high party.

 

In other news, the amount of good fanfiction is too damn low...

[Gegenji]

In other news, the amount of good fanfiction is too damn low...

 

Isn't the RP and stuff we do here technically fanfiction? I'd like to hope that at least a few of the stories down in the Town Square are good reads.

[Hihimi]

In other news, the amount of good fanfiction is too damn low...

 

Isn't the RP and stuff we do here technically fanfiction? I'd like to hope that at least a few of the stories down in the Town Square are good reads.

Oh no! I didn't mean RP, sorry. In fact, I wasn't even referring to Final Fantasy at all!

 

Let me rephrase: The amount of good Danny Phantom Fanfiction is too damn low.

[Cliodhna Eoghan]

this school's parking lot....i have to be here and sit in my car by 12:45 if i hope to get my daughter out on time at two. if i get here even five minutes after one; i've already got a lineup of about six cars ahead of me (which the older kids are let out later than my kid) or worse yet; i'll have to wait in the street about a block away because the line gets that long

[Kage]

this school's parking lot....i have to be here and sit in my car by 12:45 if i hope to get my daughter out on time at two. if i get here even five minutes after one; i've already got a lineup of about six cars ahead of me (which the older kids are let out later than my kid) or worse yet; i'll have to wait in the street about a block away because the line gets that long

That's... some shitty handling for school traffic.

[Cliodhna Eoghan]

this school's parking lot....i have to be here and sit in my car by 12:45 if i hope to get my daughter out on time at two. if i get here even five minutes after one; i've already got a lineup of about six cars ahead of me (which the older kids are let out later than my kid) or worse yet; i'll have to wait in the street about a block away because the line gets that long

That's... some shitty handling for school traffic.

if i get there at 1:15 i'm better off just pulling her out of school early to make sure erik can get to work on time. at the start of the year they said "oh it'll get faster once they know who belongs to what car" yeah that was total bs cause they still have car walkers (people who escort the kids to the car) asking her to point out my car >.> and her getting to my car on time is pointless if i have four ahead of me waiting for fifth graders >.> but we live too close for the bus and it's too far to walk. .---. not to mention we'd have to cross a highway to get there...

[Telluride]

Computers have been a staple of our lives for almost 20 years now. If you don't know the difference between the 'address' bar and the 'search' bar, GTFO of the internet.

 

So tired of spoon feeding people over the phone how to browse to a simple web page.

 

Welcome to my life between RPC posts!

 

I also learned that "password" is properly pronounced, "Puh-ay-yus-worrrrd", and that I am elitist for even knowing what a "syllable" is.

 

Also, a warning to the world: I am coming for your Caps Lock keys. Every one of them. I've got a flathead screwdriver, some pliers, a crowbar, and an awl, and I am taking every one of them off keyboards around the world. They will one day be assembled together into a wall, put on display at the Louvre, and the entire piece will be titled, "Une mauvaise idée"

[Coatleque]

The head of a major accounting firm in a prominent east coast US city tells me his password is bob spelled backwards.

 

Yeah... we (as their IT company) all collectively shit bricks when we heard that.

[Delilah Scythewood]

So.

 

I think what I'm about to rant about is something we've all felt at one point. That relief when you phone a service line for a company, product, etc. and are looking for a real person to talk too.AND YOU FIND ONE.

 

THAT CAN'T.

 

SPEAK.

 

ENGRISH.

 

YES, THAT'S RIGHT. ENGRISH. : /

 

Because it's just that goddamn annoying to have to arrange for the extra pet fee for my plane ticket and talk to some guy with such a heavy Brazilian accent that we needed to spell out much of our conversation using Alpha Beta Charlie Delta...

[Monster Lady]

Coworkers.

That think.

They know EVERYTHING.

 

Nuff said. :frustrated:

[Kou]

Also, a warning to the world: I am coming for your Caps Lock keys. Every one of them. I've got a flathead screwdriver, some pliers, a crowbar, and an awl, and I am taking every one of them off keyboards around the world.  They will one day be assembled together into a wall, put on display at the Louvre, and the entire piece will be titled, "Une mauvaise idée"

 

Jokes on you! I use my Shift key! HAHAHAHAHA~! :lol:

 

 

But, uh.

 

Life. Feelings. Emotions. So many, many, gods-be-damned emotions just overwhelming and apparently, finding group therapy is fucking difficult in such an elitist little town where "TROLOLOLOL, EVERYONE'S PERFECT, WHATCHU' TALKIN' 'BOUT, WILLIS?"

[Kage]

There's something about this world where sometimes we don't know how to deal with emotions. Being told we should talk about it, get professional help? YOU ARE WEAK.

 

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.

 

No wonder why some of us are messed up mang.

[Kellach Woods]

I was messed up far before the whole concept of being weak for seeking out help for mental troubles came into being.

 

It sure didn't help me actually seek out help. Or be able to do anything with it. What I'm currently doing is like, my third attempt at managing a personality disorder.

[Makyn Loneseeker]

People who walk into the supermarket you work at a minute before closing, find the biggest shopping cart they can get.

 

Then pop their ear-buds and walk down the aisle's with said cart getting as much stuff as they possibly can while those of us at the front desk have to wait after closing for them, since we can't throw them out of the store.