I don’t care if your gay and want to get married. If I love someone and can marry, so can you. Just because you are a man and don’t like vagina or are a woman and love vagina it doesn’t make any difference. Love is love. The end.
I don’t care if your phone call is so important that you feel the need to walk around the halls at work/on the bus/elevator on your bluetooth or just plain yelling into your phone, you are obnoxious.
(Side note: acceptable bluetooth usage;
1. a business person who is so busy they need the damn thing
2. you are driving and being a responsible human being
C. you are playing Xbox/PS3/some other video game system and are using it to yell at a 13-year-old asian girl who just beat your ass in COD:Black Ops. Oh sorry, that might just be me.)
I don’t care if you disapprove of a certain group/singer/movie/actor that I like because they are not up to your standards as if everyone you happen to like is beyond reproach. You like who you like and I’ll like who I like. Taylor Swift/Rihanna/Nickelback/and many other people, all aren’t the best singers or song writers, but damn, a lot of people like them…you don’t, so just go about your damn business and listen to who you like. Move on, it’s really not that big of a deal. You can go listen to your band that has eight fans and be in your elitist glory and think you know something other people don’t.
To be continued….