Is there anything more boring than....

[JohnTheRevelator]

Someone who keeps quoting supposedly hilarious lines from films they've seen at you? Aaargh I can't stand it much longer!

Sooooooo many things.

I'll kick off with re-doing GDPR training

Yes listening to other people's dreams... so so boring !!!

Lost on me as I can never remember quotes or even that I’ve seen a film most of the time. My ex (from 24 years ago) did it a lot and thought he was awfully clever and hilarious… are you out with him? I believe he’s now a bald guy with a beard.

He's bald but not got a beard! 😂

OMG yes! My heart sinks when someone says 'I had a REALLY strange dream last night......' 🥱🥱🥱

Dreams, workout routines. I love a good movie quoting session though, if I've seen it!

Christ, yes. And re-doing lifting training. I mean, I’m an academic. I don’t lift heavy things.

See also football bores.

Someone asking you the driving route you took to visit them, then taking you every permutation of route you could have taken.

...telling me the exact route they travelled, including road numbers.

Are they quoting then pausing and looking at you meaningfully, waiting for you to acknowledge the hilarity? Yeah, that gets old pretty fast.

I'm afraid I remember way, way too many Victoria Wood lines. It's funny when I am among fellow fans. But mostly I'm not.

MIL constantly says 'Like I said .....' when she has never mentioned this in the past at all!

'You know, Beryl from bowls, with the purple hair well she .....' DH and I will hear the multiple issues of Beryl, her bunions, her sciatica, her bowels or worse! Umm, no, I've never met Beryl, nor been to your bowls club! 😬

We have to do the same anti-sexual harassment training every year. I appreciate it's important, but I could practically recite it off by heart not, and it probably doesn't stop any committed letches.

People doing ... thread titles.

What is that?

Yes.

People who endlessly talk about their baby’s bowel habits (it was all up his back! He had a poonami! Then we put him in the bath and he had ANOTHER poonami, and it was in his hair and on his hands and he smeared it on my face) and you are thinking, “Woman! We met doing our phds! What has happened to your brain? Why are you literally talking shit to me? You’re an intelligent human being. What happened?! Why would you think we’d want to know this?!”

Then the baby grows and starts nursery and they become people who endlessly talk about their toddler’s shit. AND the illnesses. ALL the illnesses. “He’s had a really bad chest for 5 and a half days and this hacking cough which makes him projectile vomit and the vomit goes in his hair and he coughs so hard it makes him poo”

And there is a different.

illness.

every.

shitting.

week.

Then they start POTTY training.

And they get a SIBLING.

Who also poos.

And starts nursery.

And gets ALL THE ILLNESSES.

And before you know it four years have gone by and the only conversations you’ve had with these, intelligent, articulate, capable people have been about poo, vomit, wee, phlegm, rashes, nits, impetigo, tonsils and you wonder if you’ll ever be the same again.

Sharing a busy family schedule.. DD has ballet on Monday and then we have dinner but it's a bit rushed cos DS has karate, Tues I do the shopping and get the dinner early cos DS has swimming etc.

My friend does this, on and on hour by hour. I tried to meet her for coffee one day and got a 7 minute voice note explaining she was busy or free.

Running / cycling times. No one cares

The top one is my best friend.

And the last one is her husband 😬

Me too 😎, 53 now, but quoting Victoria Wood was a major pastime for us in the late 80’s and you never forget. Aaah.

Vegans who tell you that they're vegan when you haven't asked.
Honestly, no-one except you has any interest in what you do or don't eat/use/wear.
It's very dull.

During the first lockdown in 2020, I went to work on the housekeeping team of a hospital. One of the areas I was responsible for was the corridor outside the operating theaters. I'd be there buffing the floor, minding my own business, when a trolley with a drowsy patient on it would come crashing by, and oh the urge to shout "THEY'RE GOOD CASTORS! I'VE BEEN RIGHT OVER TO SURGERY".

Laughed out loud at the passion behind the post from @PerkyMintDeer . You eventually get your time back in the late teenage years though, when no parent wants to tell you the blow-by-blow account of how it is going. x

Honestly, I can’t see myself getting through whatever hell the Reception/1st year at school is going to be let alone getting to teenage years.

My post was lighthearted, but in seriousness, I’m just really really done hearing about it and feel sad that it’s all some of my lovely girlfriends are able to talk about these days and has been for years now. Meeting up just isn’t enjoyable anymore. I wasn’t like that…more, “it’s been a stressful week, the kids had a cold.” then move on! And never talked about poo.

I have pictures of my friends’ kids poos. I have a picture of my friend’s FIL, only wearing tiny speedos, his chest covered in newborn poo that won’t delete from The Cloud and pops up in my iPhone memory of the day from time to time. I can never unsee it.

And now I’m the one talking about the poo. I need to get out while I still can.

Try delivering GDPR training. To all new starters and yearly to every separate department in a massive company.

The pain 😢

Invigilation

Particularly in a small room where you can't walk around much