I’m so irritated!

[LellowYedbetter]

I’m so cross. I don’t know why I’m angry, I just am.
When you’re in an irritable mood, what stupid things have made you burn up inside?

I’ve just been flicking through Instagram. Why the fuck do women do a claw hand to show off new nails? Just put the hand flat and take a picture of the bastards if you really must. The claw hand makes me so mad. It’s so ugly!!
Duck faces. Why do women (and sometimes blokes!) pull a “blow up doll” face for the camera? I’m not taking about the original duck face, I’m taking about the slightly opened mouth version that literally resembles a blow up doll. It’s horrendous and the opposite of attractive.

What sets you off if you’re already close to the edge?

Toddler running off and laughing every fucking time I need to do something. Change nappies, go out, brush his hair, put on shoes, put on coat. It takes up so much time and I'm fed up wirh eventually having to physically pick up a 16 kilo kid 25 times per day :(

Daniel.

Daniel?

Who's Daniel?

All day at work ....Miss. Miss...Misssssssss!
Children continually asking me the time!! Fuck off there is a clock up there!!
Grinning selfies and those stupid filters and I totally agree the blow up doll lips.
People setting up play for their children and then instagraming pictures with tags like "sensory" and "open ended play" why control how your chikd plays?
Woman photographing every meal they cook! Is your life really that shallow???
Weekly pregnancy pics!! Arghhhh

Fucking Daniel...

Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.

Alexa turn living room lights on

"Sorry, I can't find a device called..."

Arrrgh Turn lounge lights on

"Sorry, I can't find a..."

Fucks sake Turn sitting room lights on.

Alexa turns 3 lights on then two off.

She is fucking with me.

When people walk along talking on their mobiles with it held in front of them using speakerphone.

My husband eating biscuits throughout the day. I get one day off a week and I sit down to relax, and then all I hear is rustling and then crunching. Why can't he just eat something that doesn't involve noise?

There's a thread in Classics in which someone was queuing at the checkout in an irritated mood. A potato dropped out of her bag and rolled away, whereupon she screamed (I think the precise words were) "Fuck off then, you cunt spud!"

Re "Reader, I married him" (posted by someone yesterday so they'll probably never see my comment), you do know it's a quote, right? From Jane Eyre, to be precise. It doesn't have to exactly mean what it says, everyone knows what you mean. Well, nearly everyone, apparently.

I always thought Daniel was a complete bell end.

Supermarket aisles, they need to be big enough for at least 3 trollies. Fuck Morrisons and their stupid baskets in the middle of the aisle. At Tesco today I waited very patiently for two elderly couples to move on opposite sides of the aisles for another bugger to effectively 'cut me up'. I had a hard stare from one bloke who walked backwards into my trolley and I overheard words being said by two other trolley pushers.

I always thought he was my older brother, fucking prick.

Sorry, Daniel is from another thread. He's a twat

My CuntingExP wanted to call my son Daniel. Fucking glad I vetoed it now.

Wise.

@Binglebong Wise.

Thank you. I clearly dodged a bullet.

goes off to find other thread with Danny the fanny

you do know it's a quote, right?

I do know that, yes. It's still fucking annoying.

As is "fast forward two weeks", "cue (or, indeed queue) my leg falling off". I can't quite articulate why these phrases irritate me so much, but they really do.

Snapchat filters. Unless you’re 4, just fuck off with the dog nose and ears. And what’s with sticking out the tongue? Yuk, fucking put it away!

People wishing their children happy birthday on social media. He’s not on Facebook, dear, he’s fucking 4!

Other dog owners: I am quite clearly training my extremely well-behaved dog. I am not using much space, you need to keep your untrained bouncing loon away from mine. Thank you very fucking much.

Fucking periods. Came on unexpectedly and bled through my clothes onto the sofa. That's bad enough but I'm not even in my own house, I'm at my parents and had to explain to my mum, whilst wanting to dissolve through the floor. She was nice about it but I was really embarrassed. And then to top it all off I can't even tell DH, who would have known exactly how to soothe me and make me see the funny side, because he died last week. And the grief hadn't hit me properly until tonight when I realised I had the rest of my life with nobody to tell things to.

So, bastard periods can fuck right off. They are fucking pointless when you are an infertile widow who is less likely to get pregnant than the Queen.

Right. Challenge accepted.

Drivers who don't indicate. I have a v pass-agg game I play - I frantically wave at the front of their car. They stop, wind down window & I shout "your indicator isn't working"... often followed by "you utterly selfish cunt"!

Drivers who brake as soon as a car approaches them on the OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING ROAD! The lanes are big enough for you both, you twat.

As PP mentioned - ppl talking on their phones, on loudspeaker, as if it is a walk-in talkie. It is a very advanced piece of telecommunications, not a fucking Heinz tin on a string you bellend!

I'll pop back later... need my blood pressure meds.

Noisy eating, and recently, an epidemic of grown men playing games on their phones on flights without headphones and with audible sound. So fucking selfish.
Little beeping noises, explosions, gurgles, sounds like a drill.

So sorry @AndNoneForGretchenWieners

You are right that periods are useless bastards too.

An entire week of teenagers being utter cocks.

Imminent redundancy where I had enough of the fucking job three years ago, had no choice but to play the please-don't-get-rid-of-me game because I like having a roof over my head and the payment was next to fuck all, it's a bit better this time, but still not quite enough to be able to say 'fuck it, give me the money', my boss can't afford to lose me anyway because I do all the fucking grunt work that she claims credit for and she's up for redundancy too, so isn't going to back me up other than needing me for silly reasons, but is going to lumber me with multisite travelling through the fucking week for no extra money and if the cunting DP had got off his arse and got himself a proper job two years ago, rather than having a fit of the vapours each time a temp job meant somebody there looked at him a bit fucking mean, I wouldn't be stuck there having to be nice, efficient and polite whilst it goes all Game of Thrones around me.

Cleaning for hours last weekend because he can't manage more than one request a day week

Cleaning after work Monday because he didn't clean up the mess he made Sunday night.

Cleaning on Tuesday night because he was out working for a couple of hours, so couldn't manage to clean during the day managed to make another fucking mess, though

The boiler needs replacing because it's pissing water out over the kitchen constantly and the cunting heating firm cancelled three times because they claimed they had spares and now don't, then one engineer was sick, then they decided to survey for a new one instead now they've remembered that the company that made the boiler doesn't exist anymore.

My period starting Valentine's Day not that I felt like fucking the twat, but feeling like shit didn't help my mood

Him being out until about 5am today. Prebooked, not on the piss, a very rare thing, but whilst I crashed out from exhaustion at 9.30pm last night, he didn't clean a fucking thing, so I've just spent my entire fucking Saturday cleaning up a-fucking-gain.

Microwave is fucked because it's been left with water and old food over the inside. I don't use it, so had no idea until I opened it today to find it's more fucking rust than microwave.

Finding out after removing my mooncup that the downstairs toilet isn't flushing. It's been broken for five days, apparently. And despite gallons of water chucked down it, as if I can afford to pay for more fucking water at the moment, it still looks like the fucking Texas Chainsaw Massacre when you look down.

And then I managed to trip over a fucking snare drum stand left in the middle of the fucking kitchen, so have a big cut on the top of my foot which hurts like fuck.

Apart from that, the washing machine held together with Gorilla Glue, the oven not working more than off and hotter than the surface of the sun, my clothes all being knackered, needing a haircut and all my shoes being fucked but unable to pay for new, I'm FINE.

@MitziK seems like your problems would be fewer if you LTB.

My house would definitely be tidier if I did.

Which would be nice for the new people who move in when I still can't pay for it, thanks to the redundancy.