What bores you the most?

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Snooker

Prime minister questions.

@ItsGoingTibiaK Oh yeah, dreams too! DH does this nearly every morning and I can’t give a shit!

Housework.

People who are already telling a very boring story correcting themselves, as if I give a flying shit:
"I was doing blah blah last Friday ... oh no, I tell a lie, it was last Thursday."

Toddler groups.
So glad mine are too old for that nonsense. I thought a lecture on bacterial genetics I had to sit through at university was the fullest thing, but toddler groups? Much worse.
Ds2 in particular wanted to drag me round and play with everything with him. No! I came here to sit down, drink some coffee and eat some cake while you go play. Argh.
Of course, that wasn't the worst. Oh the dull dull conversations. Child minders who just constantly moan about there charges and the annoying parents. Competitive parents "Oh Tilly potty trained herself. Aged two she just took off her nappy and that was it!"
She may well have pulled her nappy off, but I bet the rest is a lie.
Then, worse than that is the competitive misery. Who's had the least sleep, whose toddler throws the worst tantrums etc etc.
And then I had to deal with the Misery Droning Grandma. She would go on and on about the various depressing things happening in her extended family. Every little illness. One poor child most certainly had diabetes and nerve damage according to her. In actual fact it was an ear infection.
Then I had to listen to her moaning about how one relative stopped talking to her. Perhaps it was because she got fed up of listening to the misery monologue.
The only thing I miss from toddler group is the cake.

Pregnant woman who want to show you all the clothes they’ve bought for baby...boring!

Women

Just football.

The minutiae of World War 2 battles I’ve never heard of. DH loves his history, and usually he keeps a lid on it, but occasionally he looks up from his book with a glint in his eye and says ‘Can I just tell you this?’

My heart sinks.

The British Museum. Room after room of random shit. I know it’s heresy, but fuck me I can feel myself dying cell by cell in there. Ditto The Louvre.

Nature programmes. David Attenborough is basically Ewan the Dream Sheep as far as I’m concerned.

Putting the supermarket shop away. Even worse if it’s been delivered, god knows why. It’s like I resent the Ocado man for just dumping loads of bags in my hall and fucking off.

My mum’s monologues about her friends’ husbands’ ailments. They seem to include an inordinate amount of ‘bleeding from the back passage’ . Her games of ‘Guess Who’s Dead’ don’t exactly promote joie de vivre either.

Oh and when my kids were little: listening to them do their reading; imaginary play with toys when it was somehow imperative that I got down on the floor and properly joined in; watching them do ‘a show’. All almost provoked suicidal ideation.

I thought of something that REALLY bores me: I haven't had sex in over seven years. Not only boring but sad, too.

Pregnancy and childbirth. Bores the shit out of me. It was an ordeal to go through both of them and the sooner I can delete them from my memory the better. I'd rather pull my fingernails out than watch One Born Every Minute.

People (mainly women) who are their own worst enemy when it comes to men and they keep boring you with their relationship shite.

Most of the stuff DW watches on TV, particularly the detective series. Poirot is much more bearable if you block out the sound and admire the clothes. As for Death in Paradise, words fail me.
The Harry/Meghan thing. Couple tell racist media to fuck off, end of story. Endless wotireckonry from people who know nothing about them...pfft.

Yes to discussions about possible routes when driving somewhere. The worst is when we're visiting someone, and I don't even know the different roads so it's basically just being subjected to a barrage of random numbers and words, repeated multiple times.

I try to shut it down by saying I'll just put it into Google maps but the culprit looks bemused and keeps talking

The only way I can understand the routes conversation is that for some people it's like talking about the weather: conversation for the sake of social exchange, to show you care. It just doesn't really work that way for me.

Agree with unnecessary detail in stories. I used to know a woman who would phone for a chat then end up telling me in detail what she had bought at the supermarket. Fuck sake, painful.

Attention seekers on Facebook and the minions that reply to them.

Boring people telling long winded stories that they think are funny. Laughing hysterically whilst getting to the point of the very, very unfunny story.

Getting my hair cut.
Conversations about anything designer.
Conversations about dreams.
Conversations about people I don’t know.
Political conversations.
Children...unless they are funny children.
Sport. All sport, any sport.
Dogs. Not interested.
Dog owners who don’t get that I’m not interested.
Emptying the dishwasher.
Cooking/baking.
Star Wars and anything associated with Star Wars.
Anything sci fi.
Science, atoms/protein strings or clumps or whatever the fuck they are...boring.
99% of people I come into contact with.
I’m not interested in how you are as you are not interested in how I am so why ask?

I’m basically a menopausal, hormone soaked grumpy, bad tempered horrible human being that dislikes everything and every one.

Except cake. Cake isn’t boring. Cake is wonderful, obviously.

Also agree with food/diet bores. Who cares.

Threads about Meghan and Harry
Brexit
Politics
Petty squabbles
Any bashing threads

All the above seem to be linked.

In every day life, not a lot really.

Adults playing sport, particularly professional football as all my family are obsessed even my mother in her 80s.

Except cake. Cake isn’t boring. Cake is wonderful, obviously.

You see, that would be one of mine. People who go on about cake.

Edith with your swedishness...we don’t talk about cake, that’s fucking boring...we just eat it.
Amen.

Being 12 days post c section, stuck within the 4 walls of my home.

6 weeks of taking it easy, read horror stories of people over doing it with walks and making recovery longer and more painful so I’m a sitting duck, doing bugger all for the next 4 weeks. I just want fresh air but I’m scared.

The Harry and Meghan soap opera. Please , just fuck off.

I’m surprised that no one has cropped up yet to chastise us for not wanting to hear about their kid 😄

-anything to do with anyones kid
-anything to do with being impregnated or having recently shat out a kid
-what ‘funny’ thing your cat did. Bet it’s not funny. Bet it’s boring as fuck
-the type of stuff office workers talk about when they should be working
-all sport and exercise
-what you did at the weekend
-dreary pop culture shite
-being around humans making noise in general. Just awful.