What pissed you off today?

[Loverskitten]

THE MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT OF MY LIFE, followed by the second most embarrassing moment, all last night in front of strangers. That'll help my social anxiety disorder. I feel like "Carrie"

Can I like disappear now?

 

[Loverskitten]

Trying to drink away your embarrassment really just makes things so much worse

 

[Sir_Winston54]

THE MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT OF MY LIFE, followed by the second most embarrassing moment, all last night in front of strangers. That'll help my social anxiety disorder. I feel like "Carrie"

Can I like disappear now?

Nope. No disappearances allowed.


Second thought: Most embarrassing and second most embarrassing moments of your life in very short order, all in front of strangers. As a result, did you die? Did someone who loved you tell you, "Sorry, you embarrassed yourself twice in front of strangers, so I don't love you any more?" No?

Hmm, maybe you're starting to learn to cope with/overcome your social anxiety disorder? You can, you know.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Anyway, they're strangers, and will remain strangers. Those of us that know you-- we didn't see it. {{hugs}}

 

[kimuk]

Me. My Dom says i swing like a spinning top and I have always deisputed it say "but I'm just reacting to situations". Today I caught myself doing it big time. I shouldnt burden him with my insecurities.

Sorry Sir x

 

[Loverskitten]

Anyway, they're strangers, and will remain strangers. Those of us that know you-- we didn't see it. {{hugs}}

Thanks (both of you even though I can't multiquote) well it was strangers and friends. Yes, a loved one said I disappointed him but now I think it wasn't AS bad as I thought. It usually isn't, right?

 

[moonflasher]

The jerk in the pick up that cut me off going to work....I'm better now

 

[BiBunny]

Thanks (both of you even though I can't multiquote) well it was strangers and friends. Yes, a loved one said I disappointed him but now I think it wasn't AS bad as I thought. It usually isn't, right?

I hate when people say shit like that to people who have problems in social situations. (Been there, done that.) It's like, I don't care about your "disappointment," jackass. I care about making it through the night.

*Hugs*

 

[gypsy*seer]

Trying to drink away your embarrassment really just makes things so much worse

Amen, sister!

Thanks (both of you even though I can't multiquote) well it was strangers and friends. Yes, a loved one said I disappointed him but now I think it wasn't AS bad as I thought. It usually isn't, right?

Absolutely not! (it may look that way for awhile, but it will surely pass!)

 

[Loverskitten]

Absolutely not! (it may look that way for awhile, but it will surely pass!)

Not without a new nickname though :/
I am feeling better, thanks guys!

 

[MagicFlute]

the arguing between my wife and teenage kids... Argh!!! Sick of it

 

[agenttexx]

Wife. Stepson.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Thanks (both of you even though I can't multiquote) well it was strangers and friends. Yes, a loved one said I disappointed him but now I think it wasn't AS bad as I thought. It usually isn't, right?

Nah. It is. Much worse, usually.

I hate when people say shit like that to people who have problems in social situations. (Been there, done that.) It's like, I don't care about your "disappointment," jackass. I care about making it through the night.

*Hugs*

 

[pixxie91]

Boyfriend. Our relationship is a bit rocky to say the least.

 

[TongueLust]

Her response.

 

[kiwi_submissive]

THE MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT OF MY LIFE, followed by the second most embarrassing moment, all last night in front of strangers. That'll help my social anxiety disorder. I feel like "Carrie"

Can I like disappear now?

Welcome to my life, everytime I think I have done something truely embarressing I manage to outdo myself.

I have found that people only make a big deal about it when I do so now I tend to make a small joke (or a big one), laugh it off and move forward.

 

[TarevaChine]

Sitting in a waiting room and having some guy talking on his cell phone for more than 30 minutes. Not only did he bless me with what he was saying, but he had it on speakerphone, so I was able to listen to the entire conversation.

What the hell happened to cell phone etiquette!!!

 

[Sir_Winston54]

What the hell happened to etiquette!!!

Fixed that for ya.

 

[Aurantica]

Shitty tippers
Long hours
My boss
The heat
Pain
Not having time to myself

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Actually, it was yesterday, but I would have included too many obscenities, vulgarities and cuss words then, so I decided to wait.

As mentioned in another thread, she and I were yard sale-ing at the neighboring town 30 miles to the south (nearest community to ours). At one sale, three young boys (8-10-ish) were each holding a kitten about 5-6 weeks old. The kittens were the issue, we learned, of a stray who had come to the house and yard just before the kittens' birth and refused to leave.

Suddenly, a Boston terrier (leashless, of course, as so many dogs are in this area, regardless of the laws) leapt up and grabbed the tail of one of the kittens and yanked the baby from the boy's hand. The terrier promptly chomped down on the kitten's hindquarters and below-rib area, even as the kitten squalled, two women and the boy shrieked, and my darling girl raced over to help pull the dog away from the kitten.

It appeared that the kitten was lifeless, or nearly so. My girl gently picked him up and cuddled him, ascertained that he was breathing, though very rapidly and shallowly. She soothed him as best she could, one finger lightly rubbing the back of his head and neck, while the dog's owner literally kicked the dog into the garage, then went after him and beat him in some fashion. We couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but we could hear it, and his sister (the resident at the home where the sale was) telling him to stop, stop, he was going to kill the dog. He came stalking back to his pickup, an extended-cab version with a camper back, dog in one hand by the back of the neck. He thrust the dog through the side window of the cab, and then threw it inside so hard that the dog never touched any part of the interior of the truck until he crashed into the tailgate. I wanted to kick *his* ass.

Meanwhile, my love was still cuddling the kitten in one of her hands, petting it and examining it as best she could. There was no evidence of broken skin, but as delicate as kittens are, there was no question that there might be some internal injury. She spoke to the man running the yard sale, but he was ... unsatisfactory. "They're not really ours. Someone's coming to adopt them this afternoon. I don't have any way to take care of the kitten. Wah, wah, poor ineffective useless me." (Well, he didn't say the last half-dozen words, but they are an accurate reflection of his persona.)

She told him the kitten needed to be taken to a vet *right now.* He dithered until she told him, a healthy dollop of scorn in her eyes, that there would be no cost to him. She gave him her phone number, and we got into the car and headed for the vet's office (where we'd within the previous two hours spent ~$200 on one of our cats, the dog, and the foster kitten we currently have) with the kitten. The vet, a wonderful lady who gives us a discount on fosters, knowing that we're not wealthy, just animal lovers, saw the kitten immediately, and agreed to admit him, give him painkiller and oxygen, and see what could be done for him. My girl signed all the paperwork to authorize necessary labwork, etc., and we headed back out, knowing we had just obligated ourselves to at least another $200 in expenses for a kitten we had never seen prior to maybe 30 seconds before the attack.

Most people around here - this entire state, as far as I can tell, except *perhaps* in the three cities, plus the neighboring states - for the most part don't leash or otherwise control their dogs. They're left to run free, breed like rabbits, get run over by cars, trucks, semis; to fight one another and stagger home bleeding and perhaps dying. It drives me crazy. They're *worse* about cats. For the most part, cats here run loose, breed freely, and die in a dozen different ways, including torture by teenagers, and probably pre-teenagers. It makes me sick. *We* - she and I - are the local animal rescue group. There's one for dogs in the town 30 miles to the south; one for dogs in the town 45 miles to the east; and that's it in a 100-mile radius. There is nothing for cats. Except us.

I'm rambling on now, pissed all over again. I'll stop.

 

[TexasWife25]

A disgusting tumblr
feeling unless

 

[seela]

He wants to buy a new car, because we're not going to move and that means he'll still be needing a car. He also knows my travel savings are in a pretty good shape and I've been planning a trip for us. Now he wants to use my travel fund for the car. I don't even have a driver's license, so I couldn't care less about some car, especially seeing as the current one is still working and getting us where we need to go, if we need to take a car.

I've been amazingly pissed off about this turn of events, and now I'm resenting us not moving even more than before.

 

[catalina_francisco]

Actually, it was yesterday, but I would have included too many obscenities, vulgarities and cuss words then, so I decided to wait.

As mentioned in another thread, she and I were yard sale-ing at the neighboring town 30 miles to the south (nearest community to ours). At one sale, three young boys (8-10-ish) were each holding a kitten about 5-6 weeks old. The kittens were the issue, we learned, of a stray who had come to the house and yard just before the kittens' birth and refused to leave.

Suddenly, a Boston terrier (leashless, of course, as so many dogs are in this area, regardless of the laws) leapt up and grabbed the tail of one of the kittens and yanked the baby from the boy's hand. The terrier promptly chomped down on the kitten's hindquarters and below-rib area, even as the kitten squalled, two women and the boy shrieked, and my darling girl raced over to help pull the dog away from the kitten.

It appeared that the kitten was lifeless, or nearly so. My girl gently picked him up and cuddled him, ascertained that he was breathing, though very rapidly and shallowly. She soothed him as best she could, one finger lightly rubbing the back of his head and neck, while the dog's owner literally kicked the dog into the garage, then went after him and beat him in some fashion. We couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but we could hear it, and his sister (the resident at the home where the sale was) telling him to stop, stop, he was going to kill the dog. He came stalking back to his pickup, an extended-cab version with a camper back, dog in one hand by the back of the neck. He thrust the dog through the side window of the cab, and then threw it inside so hard that the dog never touched any part of the interior of the truck until he crashed into the tailgate. I wanted to kick *his* ass.

Meanwhile, my love was still cuddling the kitten in one of her hands, petting it and examining it as best she could. There was no evidence of broken skin, but as delicate as kittens are, there was no question that there might be some internal injury. She spoke to the man running the yard sale, but he was ... unsatisfactory. "They're not really ours. Someone's coming to adopt them this afternoon. I don't have any way to take care of the kitten. Wah, wah, poor ineffective useless me." (Well, he didn't say the last half-dozen words, but they are an accurate reflection of his persona.)

She told him the kitten needed to be taken to a vet *right now.* He dithered until she told him, a healthy dollop of scorn in her eyes, that there would be no cost to him. She gave him her phone number, and we got into the car and headed for the vet's office (where we'd within the previous two hours spent ~$200 on one of our cats, the dog, and the foster kitten we currently have) with the kitten. The vet, a wonderful lady who gives us a discount on fosters, knowing that we're not wealthy, just animal lovers, saw the kitten immediately, and agreed to admit him, give him painkiller and oxygen, and see what could be done for him. My girl signed all the paperwork to authorize necessary labwork, etc., and we headed back out, knowing we had just obligated ourselves to at least another $200 in expenses for a kitten we had never seen prior to maybe 30 seconds before the attack.

Most people around here - this entire state, as far as I can tell, except *perhaps* in the three cities, plus the neighboring states - for the most part don't leash or otherwise control their dogs. They're left to run free, breed like rabbits, get run over by cars, trucks, semis; to fight one another and stagger home bleeding and perhaps dying. It drives me crazy. They're *worse* about cats. For the most part, cats here run loose, breed freely, and die in a dozen different ways, including torture by teenagers, and probably pre-teenagers. It makes me sick. *We* - she and I - are the local animal rescue group. There's one for dogs in the town 30 miles to the south; one for dogs in the town 45 miles to the east; and that's it in a 100-mile radius. There is nothing for cats. Except us.

I'm rambling on now, pissed all over again. I'll stop.

Hope the poor wee thing is OK.

Catalina

 

[o_so_wet]

Employees not being empowered enough to make a decision....which is already actually made for them according to store policy..... without the owner being there to give them the okay. Now I have to make another trip out there.

Sir Winston....I'm sorry, I couldn't finish reading your story. It sickens me too much .... I wish owners like the one of that dog could be fucking shot.

 

[Loverskitten]

Actually, it was yesterday, but I would have included too many obscenities, vulgarities and cuss words then, so I decided to wait.

As mentioned in another thread, she and I were yard sale-ing at the neighboring town 30 miles to the south (nearest community to ours). At one sale, three young boys (8-10-ish) were each holding a kitten about 5-6 weeks old. The kittens were the issue, we learned, of a stray who had come to the house and yard just before the kittens' birth and refused to leave.

Suddenly, a Boston terrier (leashless, of course, as so many dogs are in this area, regardless of the laws) leapt up and grabbed the tail of one of the kittens and yanked the baby from the boy's hand. The terrier promptly chomped down on the kitten's hindquarters and below-rib area, even as the kitten squalled, two women and the boy shrieked, and my darling girl raced over to help pull the dog away from the kitten.

It appeared that the kitten was lifeless, or nearly so. My girl gently picked him up and cuddled him, ascertained that he was breathing, though very rapidly and shallowly. She soothed him as best she could, one finger lightly rubbing the back of his head and neck, while the dog's owner literally kicked the dog into the garage, then went after him and beat him in some fashion. We couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but we could hear it, and his sister (the resident at the home where the sale was) telling him to stop, stop, he was going to kill the dog. He came stalking back to his pickup, an extended-cab version with a camper back, dog in one hand by the back of the neck. He thrust the dog through the side window of the cab, and then threw it inside so hard that the dog never touched any part of the interior of the truck until he crashed into the tailgate. I wanted to kick *his* ass.

Meanwhile, my love was still cuddling the kitten in one of her hands, petting it and examining it as best she could. There was no evidence of broken skin, but as delicate as kittens are, there was no question that there might be some internal injury. She spoke to the man running the yard sale, but he was ... unsatisfactory. "They're not really ours. Someone's coming to adopt them this afternoon. I don't have any way to take care of the kitten. Wah, wah, poor ineffective useless me." (Well, he didn't say the last half-dozen words, but they are an accurate reflection of his persona.)

She told him the kitten needed to be taken to a vet *right now.* He dithered until she told him, a healthy dollop of scorn in her eyes, that there would be no cost to him. She gave him her phone number, and we got into the car and headed for the vet's office (where we'd within the previous two hours spent ~$200 on one of our cats, the dog, and the foster kitten we currently have) with the kitten. The vet, a wonderful lady who gives us a discount on fosters, knowing that we're not wealthy, just animal lovers, saw the kitten immediately, and agreed to admit him, give him painkiller and oxygen, and see what could be done for him. My girl signed all the paperwork to authorize necessary labwork, etc., and we headed back out, knowing we had just obligated ourselves to at least another $200 in expenses for a kitten we had never seen prior to maybe 30 seconds before the attack.

Most people around here - this entire state, as far as I can tell, except *perhaps* in the three cities, plus the neighboring states - for the most part don't leash or otherwise control their dogs. They're left to run free, breed like rabbits, get run over by cars, trucks, semis; to fight one another and stagger home bleeding and perhaps dying. It drives me crazy. They're *worse* about cats. For the most part, cats here run loose, breed freely, and die in a dozen different ways, including torture by teenagers, and probably pre-teenagers. It makes me sick. *We* - she and I - are the local animal rescue group. There's one for dogs in the town 30 miles to the south; one for dogs in the town 45 miles to the east; and that's it in a 100-mile radius. There is nothing for cats. Except us.

I'm rambling on now, pissed all over again. I'll stop.

Kitten hugs to both of you