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Things that frustrate us all

Lord Garth said:
When I was in high school, I went to a school with over 3,000 students. Learning everyone's name was impossible. I got through it by saying "Hi!" Or "Hey!" Or saying anything to avoid saying anyone's name I didn't know. But, somehow they all knew my name.

Which has led to some awkward situations 20 years later. Whenever I run into someone from high school, they recognize me (I haven't changed much) and remember my name. Whereas with me, I have no idea who they are, I don't remember what they looked like, I can't recognize them, and I still have no idea what their name is. "Remember me from ____ class?" That's the point where I'm like "Oh yeah!!!!" while lying through my teeth.
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Ouch! My HS was much smaller, only about 500 students. About ten years ago I met my former homeroom teacher and she recognized me. She must've taught hundreds of students after I graduated. I did recognize her too, although it took a while for the penny to drop... And I had changed more in the intervening years than she had, she'd just gone gray but I'd gained 50 lbs.
 
Lord Garth said:
When I was in high school, I went to a school with over 3,000 students. Learning everyone's name was impossible. I got through it by saying "Hi!" Or "Hey!" Or saying anything to avoid saying anyone's name I didn't know. But, somehow they all knew my name.

Which has led to some awkward situations 20 years later. Whenever I run into someone from high school, they recognize me (I haven't changed much) and remember my name. Whereas with me, I have no idea who they are, I don't remember what they looked like, I can't recognize them, and I still have no idea what their name is. "Remember me from ____ class?" That's the point where I'm like "Oh yeah!!!!" while lying through my teeth.
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I can empathise with being regonised by people I went to High school including teachers (and from people not within my year) with years after I left and I don't really remember them.
 
I find that it's best to frankly admit that you don't recall the name atm. Being unable to memorize names is more common than you might believe and frankness is always disarming.
I usually took the whole school year to memorize which face goes with which name - and the next year they'd shuffle the classes and I'd have to start from zero again. In the last years I developed a trick: I try to associate the names with something that's typical for the person. It works most of the time.
What's pretty crazy is that I usually can recall botanical or zoological names perfectly, even if I read them only once. I suspect that the degree of interest in the object has something to do with the effectiveness of memory.
 
Road users in general. Whether it’s not using indicators on roundabouts, doing thirty in a car park, or just being an arse.

Militant Cyclists endangering thenselves to prove a point, especially when they’re wrong.

Dog owners not picking up the shit. One man’s beauty spot, perfect for picnics and barefoot sports, is another’s dog shitter. There are plenty of wasteland areas to walk the dog, why the beauty spot where families go and children play?
 
Lookingglassman said:
Morons who drive for miles in a lane they don't want to be in then all of a sudden try to get over right at their turn.
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I can't stand that either.

PS Now not starting. Ran into it giving me this error --> PS Now has stopped working

And my internet is running fine otherwise. So, off to probably playing some Sims 4 tonight instead of Sonic Generations.
 
When I'm with my father and he starts examining everything I do (which is never his way) or when he starts reminiscing about The Old Days, meaning when he first came to America from Iran, or he'll start talking about when I was a baby or a little kid (almost always before I was five). Or he'll talk about how the clothes I wear are too tight, or talk about how (as a freelancer) I don't have benefits or retirement with anywhere I work, yadda, yadda, yadda. Or he'll mention how my place isn't totally spotless (yet he's a pack-rat who'll leave a mess everywhere). "How come you don't do this?" "Why don't you do that?" I flipped out at him once when he told me that my doing independent films was "just a hobby". (There have been a couple of times where we got into some huge arguments about some of my choices) But he expects me to be totally relaxed while he criticizes everything about me.

Sometimes he'll ask me about how things are going and it feels more like an interrogation. He'll grill me with what feels like a game of "20 Questions". Or sometimes, he'll want to drop by and I'll tell him if I plan to have friends over or not, or if I'm doing a shoot. If I have friends over, then he'll ask, "Are they guys? Girls?" or "Are they friends from college or work?" He won't drop by if I have anyone else over.

He was over today and it gave me a headache.

Parents...
 
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Lord Garth said:
When I'm with my father and he starts examining everything I do (which is never his way) or when he starts reminiscing The Old Days, meaning when he first came to America from Iran, or he'll start talking about when I was a baby or a little kid (almost always before I was five). Or he'll talk about how the clothes I wear are too tight, or talk about how (as a freelancer) I don't have benefits or retirement with anywhere I work, yadda, yadda, yadda. Or he'll mention how my place isn't totally spotless (yet he's a pack-rat who'll leave a mess everywhere). "How come you don't do this?" "Why don't you do that?" I flipped out at him once when he told me that my doing independent films was "just a hobby". (There have been a couple of times where we got into some huge arguments about some of my choices) But he expects me to be totally relaxed while he criticizes everything about me.

Sometimes he'll ask me about how things are going and it feels more like an interrogation. He'll grill me with what feels like a game of "20 Questions". Or sometimes, he'll want to drop by and I'll tell him if I plan to have friends over or not, or if I'm doing a shoot. If I have friends over, then he'll ask, "Are they guys? Girls?" or "Are they friends from college or work?" He won't drop by if I have anyone else over.

He was over today and it gave me a headache.

Parents...
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That sounds a bit like how my dad was, you'll miss him when he's gone though.
 
Lord Garth said:
When I was in high school, I went to a school with over 3,000 students. Learning everyone's name was impossible. I got through it by saying "Hi!" Or "Hey!" Or saying anything to avoid saying anyone's name I didn't know. But, somehow they all knew my name.

Which has led to some awkward situations 20 years later. Whenever I run into someone from high school, they recognize me (I haven't changed much) and remember my name. Whereas with me, I have no idea who they are, I don't remember what they looked like, I can't recognize them, and I still have no idea what their name is. "Remember me from ____ class?" That's the point where I'm like "Oh yeah!!!!" while lying through my teeth.
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Clearly you were a very popular guy
 
I was the weird one, I didn't look like everyone else. I was usually quiet except that when I had something to say I had something to say... and I could sing, dance, and do comedy (which ties into the having something to say). I stood out in more ways than one.

I always treated it like I was on stage and I stayed quiet when I wasn't. So I didn't have so much friends as I did people who knew who I was.

I should've joined Drama Club but I never thought about acting until five years ago.
 
Lord Garth said:
I was the weird one, I didn't look like everyone else. I was usually quiet except that when I had something to say I had something to say... and I could sing, dance, and do comedy (which ties into the having something to say). I stood out in more ways than one.

I always treated it like I was on stage and I stayed quiet when I wasn't. So I didn't have so much friends as I did people who knew who I was.

I should've joined Drama Club but I never thought about acting until five years ago.
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The best place is working behind the scenes. ;) or should that be :devil:
 
...the guy I am starting to fall in love with lives 3000 miles away from me. I've known this guy for 20 years; why is this happening now? :brickwall:
 
A few days late on the names discussion, but I also have the worst trouble remembering anyone's name. I'm a freakin' aerospace engineer, and I have to think about what the name of the guy sitting next to me is!

Meanwhile my wife, who's a teacher, manages to remember nearly all of her students' names in her classes. That would be 30+ students in about 6 or 7 different class periods. And then she gets a whole new set every semester! It honestly amazes me.
 
I have a much better memory for faces than names. I have to say a person's name a number of times to memorize it. I try to say this right away to new acquaintances.
 
Lookingglassman said:
Morons who drive for miles in a lane they don't want to be in then all of a sudden try to get over right at their turn.
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That's pretty annoying. One of my favorites is when someone on the highway pulls into the left lane, for no apparent reason, and then putzes along. The only way to pass them is by illegally passing on the right and yet everyone does it because the idiot is driving too slow in the fast lane. Sometimes, they never get the hint and don't move back into the middle lane, despite people continually passing them.
 
There is no such thing as the fast lane (at least in the UK) there are overtaking lanes. But the worst are the middle lane hogs who drive 10-15mph below the speed limit. You don't want to do the speed limit fine get into the left-hand lane and allow traffic who wants to go faster go by. Though whilst we are talking about motorways

  • Drivers who slow down on the motorway when coming to their exit despite the slip road being empty
  • Drivers who don't move over to the 2nd lane when approaching a slip road to allow traffic to join (assuming it is safe to do so but really they tell you about these things at least 1mile so you have time to plan ahead)
 
Someone who tells you "I'll come back", or anything similar to promising you they'll do something later, and then never do.

I see that almost every single day and I don't know why.

So, just being honest with a "No thanks" is more rude to them than flat out lying?
 
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