Idiots in the passing lane holding up traffic. 18 wheelers driving side by side on the interstate. People texting while driving all over the road and in the passing lane. People that want the same amount of money i make and not know what i know or can do what i do. To me... a guy that makes $200,000.00 a year (profit) shrimping is smarter than me and my little degree.

Tattoos. I am slowly overcoming my youthful notion that guys with tattoos are either thugs or dopes that got drunk at Subic Bay. I now suppose that all inked women are not tramps, at least not with me. Still, nearly all tramps are stamped but I try not to judge.

Mostly the ones against myself. I'm so used to self-blame and self-incrimination that if something goes wrong, even if it's totally out of my hands I start to go into a feeling of being responsible on some level. A totally irrational residue from my upbringing that will rear its ugly head when I'm feeling extremely vulnerable or overwhelmed.

Anything overdone. Especially makeup and "bling."

Men who wear sandals and socks. Women who wear platform shoes so tall they have to walk like a six year old in their mothers high heels.

Smokers. Ewwww. So gross. So stupid. So ungrateful for healthy lungs.... all smokers should have to work in hospices with kids dying from cystic fibrosis. And don't get me started on the number of innocent animals that have been murdered in the name of science studying the harmful effects of tobacco... if someone smokes, they have blood on their hands. Claiming to "not know" in this day and age is bullshit.

Oh snap...

Instantly dislike anyone with a MAGA hat or any other glorification of cheeto jesus.

I guess I'm guilty at looking at someone's body size as well as their faces. I just look, I don't really care though. I like to people watch.

I tend to steer clear of face tattoo guy

Sometines when I see another woman I instantly hate her. Don't know why, I get instant bitch vibes and avoid all contact with them.........is this normal

In graduate school, one professor was a terrible dresser, mixing plaids and stripes with loud, clashing colors. He read from his notes. Closing my eyes, I LISTENED and realized he was brilliant, wise and insightful.

Some students rudely left the classroom early, slamming the door. Instead, I asked him to be my thesis advisor. After turning in my thesis, he returned it with three words:

"Needs more analysis."

I sat down on the grass, put my head in my arms and cried. I felt exhausted and frustrated. What does "needs more analysis" mean? Dried my tears and made an appointment with him.

He said I had missed two court cases. "Which court cases?" I asked. He gave me the exact ones to include. My hero.

I have been over 6 feet tall since I was 12. I've been guilty of treating shorter people as much younger than they are. I'm never rude but I kind of talk down I guess. Like a friend of my dad brought his daughters to our Christmas party, they where 20 and 17 at the time. They are both under 5 feet tall. They looked 12 and 14 and I treated them as if they where. I always feel like an ass after word.

I avoid both older and younger cashiers at the grocery store if I can. Middle-aged cashiers seem to be the fastest. It may be silly, but it seems to be true.

I think we all do it to some extent.

That extremely attractive people are conceited.