They're silly little things, really: events that happen to us throughout the day, or things that we think about, people that happen to us, that either bring us way up or way down. It doesn't seem like they should be so effective, but they were and ate. Wanna talk about them? Perhaps we won't feel so alone in them (or is that just me? >.> -is just awkward-)
Me for example, I have weird thoughts. For example: I hate throwing things away, things like junk mail or unopened plastic ware, and I can't tell you how much it kills me to have to throw something away when all it did was fall on the floor or something. (I should say that I'm aware of why we do, sanitary reasons and whatnot.) That thing was made, resources and time used even if most of the process was automated, just to hit a floor and then be condemned to the dump. Am I putting too much thought into it? Perhaps. Most likely. But it's a passing thought every time, and it makes me just a little sad inside.
That being said, I do toss junk mail and such, lol. I don't make a habit of keeping things just because the waste bothers me. It just reminds me of how wasteful a lot of things in daily life are, even if they are super convenient.
I know it's pretty common, but: people chewing obnoxiously makes me SO angry. I could be in the best mood in the world, until someone starts chewing like a wild animal near me. Makes me irrationally upset.
My misophonia/kinesia make me upset. I could rant and rave for days on the things that set me off. But that isn't 'silly' - it's an actual disorder. Doesn't make it suck any less.
One stupid thing that pisses me off though, is when people go out or come in to where I work and use the wrong door. If you come in and pull open the left-hand door, it CRASHES shut because you're not supposed to open it that way. And if you go out and open the right-hand door, the fucking alarm goes off and then I have to get up and turn it off, all the while people are freaking out over it. The thing about the inside door, the right-hand one, is there is a goddamned push bar on the left-hand one, the one you're supposed to use, and yet these fucking morons try pushing on the other one and look at me all stupid and confused when it won't open. How goddamned fucking stupid can people be?! It amazes me every damn day how people don't know how to use a simple fucking door.
(Squick warning: self-mutilation mention)
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So I have the frequent intrusive urge to stab myself in one or both eyes. It's been going on since I was a kid; by now I'm pretty much used to it, but it's still annoying as help. Like yeah, no, I'd really rather not
do that, thanks.