Ooh lots of things!
Musicals. I don't know why. They make me so passionately angry. I can't watch them, they just make me want to strangle things.

Arnie. I hate him. I don't know why I hate him. Every movie he's in becomes shite because he's in it. It's not his 'acting' of the same character, as I like other films with the same kind of actor, or actors who play only one role. It's just him.

Children/Breeding/Pregnancy. I am passionately full of abhoration for breeders. A pregnant stomach fills me with such a rage that I want to stab it repeatedly, or puke on the spot. It disgusts me. It disgusts me when I found a Facebook group where people posted pictures of their stillborn babies, calling them 'angel babies'... no they didn't give birth to a son or daughter, it did not have a name, and it was not 'born sleeping'. They gave birth to a corpse, now get over it and stop posting it's image on the internet. The idea of getting pregnant? Makes me want to tear open my stomach and rip out my own uterus. Thankfully, I'm almost certainly infertile, thanks to years of having an eating disorder. Lovely doctor informed me the other day I'd gone 2 years having sex on a pill that is counteracted by my other meds. Soo, wahey, broken innards!

People who get they're their there mixed up. It's REALLY not that hard.

People calling me, or knocking at my door. Oh and mix in NOT CLOSING MY FUCKING GATE into that one too. I have a front gate... it's there for a reason. It stops my dog from running out of our road and onto the busy main road which leads off the North Circular. I open the front door to let doggy in the garden, and if the front gate is open he gets all excited and bolts out the door like 'wahey, freedom, walkies!'. I spend the next 30mins trying to find my stupid dumb dog who now thinks it's a game. All because stupid taxi company leaflet droppers can't be arsed to shut my damn gate! Next time, I may just let the dog out immediately... he's a dobermann. I'm sure they'd love that.
Anyway, knocking on my door. Disturbing my peace and privacy, it's just RUDE. If I wanted you to come over, I'd have arranged it with you. Make a fucking appointment. Do not come over unexpected. Chances are I'm ASLEEP (shift worker), or I just don't want to see you or buy your random SHITE. It upsets my dog, and it makes me grumpy when people knock on the door.
Phones: if your number is not in my phone book, I simply will not ever answer. If it's witheld, fuck off. If you want me to answer your call, reveal your number! It's rude. If I don't know who you are, don't expect me to answer! How do I know I want to talk to you if I don't know who's on the other end. The other thing, again, SHIFT WORKER... Do NOT ring me after 6pm, I'm likely to be asleep you idiots. Leave a message, I'll get back to you. All my good friends and family have finally understood this, and find it quite normal now.

People who put their Facebook avatar as their sodding kids. Then set their profile to private. Fucking fantastic, how am I meant to know it's actually you if I can't see your face and I can't read your info? All I can see is your fucking kids. I don't even know if you have kids, how am I meant to know it's you!?!

I'm quiiite an angry person.
( Bathory, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 14:08, 10 replies)

Can't you get a spring to close your gate automatically?
(Chopsey, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 14:27, closed)

Probably. Shush. Good idea. Or wire it in to the mains, along with the door bell.
( Bathory, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 14:30, closed)

Not wanting to start an argument at all
but... your comments on parents (yes, parents) who are dealing with stillbirths? Entitled to your opinion, but really? It's unfair to judge two people trying to grieve (over what is, after all, a death) when our general attitude in society is 'it's not a real baby, get over it.' I doubt it's that easy.
(Turn that bloody gramaphone down has incorrect spelling in her username *WINS*, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 19:22, closed)

it's the baby part of it... the reproduction part... it makes me so unexplicably angry. Babies in general just disgust me. Irrational, yes, probably. It just makes a red mist of rage boil up inside of me.
( Bathory, Sat 2 Apr 2011, 20:59, closed)

I'm pretty ambivalent to the whole baby thing.
Never been the biggest fan of the noisy little shit machines. However, irrational hatred... nah.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Sat 2 Apr 2011, 23:09, closed)

wow. an eating disorder AND a dobermann? edgy.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Sun 3 Apr 2011, 8:52, closed)

Yup... AND houseplants too!
( Bathory, Mon 4 Apr 2011, 20:18, closed)

Just as well you've come to terms with the concept of humanity otherwise,
that might have seemed a little excessive, what with the hating people with dead children and all!
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Sun 3 Apr 2011, 12:28, closed)

I think I'm just a pretty damn grumpy person, heh. Ironically, I'm always smiling. But I think that may be the meds.
( Bathory, Mon 4 Apr 2011, 20:19, closed)

Coping mechanism much..?
Oh, but you'll *deny* it. Strenuously.

The unconscious mind is such fun that way.
(MartinB9999, Sun 3 Apr 2011, 20:32, closed)