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Tender inner weaknesses, revolting at mild touches of censure, are like diseased parts of the body, recoiling before even delicate handling.
Anxiety will bear a lot of nuisance.
When people are rude to other people. When people belittle other people. Bullies really bother me a lot. A lot, a lot.
I get irritated, I get upset. Especially when I'm in a hurry. But I see it all as part of our training. To get irritated is to lose our way in life.
You know, if you monitored the humidity a little better in here, you might reduce the irritants.'
'I assume you're referring to the mites, and not the lawyers.
Perhaps these are inward irritations always produced by love: the acutely sensitive nerves of intimacy: the haunting fear that all may not go well.
The radical hostility, the deadly hostility against sensuality, is always a symptom to reflect on: it entitles us to suppositions concerning the total state of one who is excessive in this manner.
Why do I feel like love and irritation go hand in hand with you?
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Boiling anger burns. Sticks to people like hot melted sugar. Scars and blisters.
There are few things that so touch us with instinctive revulsion as a breach of decorum.
The things about others that irritate, annoy, and unsettle us are the very things we have not accepted and embraced about ourselves
Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves
Insensibility, of all kinds, and on all occasions, most moves my imperial displeasure.
The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.
It is a troublesome thing, Halford, this susceptibility to affronts where none are intended.
I have more pet peeves than anybody: people talking in the movie theater, people eating in the movie theater loudly, people being rude, people making noise when you're supposed to be asleep, like drilling noises outside. I could be here all day.
Sometimes it's things that take the joy out of life, like a blowout when you're hitting sixty or a button coming off of a shirt when you're in a hurry, but usually it's people.
Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
WEEDS AND NETTLES, BRIARS AND THORNS, HAVE THRIVEN UNDER YOUR SHADOW, DISSETTLEMENT AND DIVISION, DISCONTENTMENT AND DISSATISFACTION, TOGETHER WITH REAL DANGERS TO THE WHOLE.
Carelessness makes me cross. And unkindness.
Ill natures, the more you aske them, the more they stick.
Resentment-why, it is purification; it is a most stinging and painful consciousness!
Here is a couple more things I can't spell without you, disgust and distrust.
A constant discomfort derives from this--writing these sentences, or any other for that matter--I am writing an ad for the war. With that, every utterance about freedom finishes.
The only way an annoyance can bring you down is if you let it.
That which besets me is indifference. I can't be bothered about people. Or rather, I won't. For I avoid, carefully, all occasions of being bothered ... a person who, so far as self-knowledge is concerned, is just a moron.
Rudeness, I think, is the worst.
Suffering degrades, embitters and enrages.
Nothing really frustrates
me to the point of hatred.
It's not the worth the energy.
If a man amounts to much in this world, he must encounter many and varied annoyances whose number mounts as his effectiveness increases.
My ultimate vocation in life is to be an irritant.
The causing of the little ones to offend hangs a fearful woe about the neck of the causer.
The pains of disconcerted or frustrated habits, and the inherent pleasure there is in following them, are motives which nature has put into our wills without generally caring to inform us why; and she sometimes decrees, indeed, that her reasons shall not be ours.
People are basically irritating. Myself included.
Our anger and annoyance are more detrimental to us than the things themselves which anger or annoy us.
There are a lot of things that frustrate me. I get frustrated when I have to wait at a red light.
Things I hate comes with a pain.
I get furious at stairways, furious at doors, at
walls, furious at everyday life which interferes with the continuity of
ecstasy.
Be annoyed and sin not"
~R. Alan Woods [2012]
I was most incorrigibly devoted to versifying, and all my spouse's wholesome admonitions had no manner of effect on me; in short, I believe this scribbling itch is an incurable disease ...
There is one thing above all others that I despise. It is fingers, especially female fingers, messing around in my guts. My guts, like Victorian marriage, are private.
ennui - that dreaded mire of the human emotions.
Things that annoy me end up fuelling my ideas.
Though very troublesome to others, anger is most so to him that has it.
There is often something poisonous in the air of public rooms,
Well, there are some things that I just can't get out of my head, and they start to annoy me after a while. Sometimes they're of my own creation, as well - and they're just as annoying. It's not only other people's ear worms that bug me, it's my own, as well.
Anxiety and Ennui are the Scylla and Charybdis on which the bark of human happiness is most often wrecked.
I have a long list of things that make me mad.
The pain of WATCHING them!
What about their pain?
As it happens I've spent a night and a day going through your records. Fascinating stuff." Kempis took a roll of parchment from his cloak and tossed it onto the desk. "You know what really bugs me?" Enli steepled his hands. "I'm on tenterhooks." "Anolamies." "Anomalies?" "Them too.
Vexations may be petty, but they are vexations still.
Unpleasant things are like the rain: sometimes they visit us, but there is no point in worrying about them while the sun shines.
Is it the smoke?' the boy said, shivering slightly. 'I've never touched the stuff, myself, but how it claws at one ... like a thorn in every one of your fingers, and a string around your heart ... and one fees it always. Nagging. Nagging.
Irritation. The right lower limb was visible through a fresh cut in the plastic.
People who stare. I ask for a little empathy. Please don't judge. Be understanding that some places will strongly affect me. My senses are heightened and i experience lights, noise and smells differently that you might. Stimming will help me regulate myself to my environment as well as calming me.
Bad smells made her angry, they were a personal affront.
Offenses offend, beware!
Cultural indigestion, I tell you, the gripe in the bowels of your spirit.
As one recalls some of the monstrous situations under which human beings have lived and live their lives, one marvels at man's meekness and complacency. It can only be explained by the quality of flesh to become calloused to situations that if faced suddenly would provoke blisters and revolt.
Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.
Hateful, racist and ignorant remarks. When I hear people criticize without knowing the context, it makes me boil inside.
I seem to be allergic to diligence
What is it that makes you so angry, bothers you so deeply, that you're compelled to act?
Fountains of inconvenient feeling - and toward the frantic enticements of
Annoyances are strangely not so annoying when the person responsible has endeared himself to you.
And birds in the hand such an irritating way of pecking your fingers, shitting in your palm, and then flying away.
My music has a high irritation factor. I've always tried to say something. Eccentric lyrics about eccentric people. Often it was a joke. But I would plead guilty on the grounds that I prefer eccentricity to the bland.
The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.
I have a friend who can't bear the sight of any flower whose stamens show. It may sound Victorian and quaint, but this antipathy makes her gardening exquisitely simple.
Xyrophobia - fear of razors.
The chemistry of dissatisfaction is as the chemistry of some marvelously potent tar. In it are the building stones of explosives, stimulants, poisons, opiates, perfumes and stenches.
It's funny how there are things in this world that do nothing but annoy you, but you know you'd miss them when they're gone.
If I'm not doing the work I want, I usually suffer a psychological allergic reaction and get ill. It niggles when things get out of my control.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
Impatience is not a virtue, but an annoyance
Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps -
Getting on an airplane and arriving a few hours later in a completely different world with no time to take in individual images of the road - he didn't like that and it bothered him.
Sicknesses, especially those affecting nerves and head, are signs that the defensive strength of the strong natures is lacking; precisely this is suggested by irritability, so pleasure and displeasure become foreground problems.
Irritability was an occupational disease. Intolerant and intolerable belong in the same category.
Three dispositions adverse to Heaven's still, - Incontinence, malice, and mad brutishness.
Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?
Contact.
When someone touches me wrong it isn't a feeling. It isn't hate or fear or pain. It is just blackness and a chant in me: get/out/get/out/get/out.
30. Insects
The fly should have been included in my list of hateful things; for such an odious creature does not belong with ordinary insects ...
Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.
The insolence of office.
... growing a little tiresome on account of some mysterious internal discomfort that the local practitioner diagnosed as imagination
An insult angers me. Being ignored crushes me.
The modern nose, like the modern eye, has developed a sort of microscopic, intercellular intensity which makes our human contactspainful and revolting.
Sandworms ... you know I hate 'em!
He's like a rash. The more you scratch him, the more irritating he gets.
Feeling my own humiliation in my heart like the sharp prick of a needle.
Things that you cannot face in yourself you will hate when you see them in someone else.
Ingrown anger is like an ingrown hair. The pain it creates in life is unbearable.
Life is full of many minor annoyances, and few matters of real consequence.
What's the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?
Life cannot be lived without irritations and angers; fights and placation-A cycle of Karma, wheels of succor.
Poison ivy and deer crap and rocks. Oh, my!
I get cranky real easily. So the honor of it and the wonder of it all and everything has a hard time overcoming the petty annoyances; I mean, that's simply the reality of being alive, I guess.
I can't listen to music too often. It affects your nerves, makes you want to say stupid nice things and stroke the heads of people who could create such beauty while living in this vile hell.