humans that frustrate me

Friends as how I see them

INFJ

  • The Mom Friend 
  • death memes
  • sends memes to cheer people up
  • has a studyblr (learnt html just for this)
  • cries 3 times a week 
  • “i spent most of my time researching how to remove my tear ducts”
  • may have social anxiety but can ace that scholarship interview
  • is the dead sea in terms of salt level
  • can be irrational af lol
  • listens to other people problems so much that when they finally gets to talk about themselves…two words: word vomit
  • helps to sort out my emotions
  • sorry what emotions
  • appreciate these unicorns, they are truly as rare as they say 

you know what is the worst time to get an art block? DURING  ASK ANSWERS….. so have my OC Ringleader drawn crappy like because bunny didn’t have the right canvas size… *stressed bunny*

You wanna know what frustrates me? Young humans are looking up to Supergirl and think that toxic relationships are ok. They think “no is actually if I keep bothering them it will eventually be yes.” They think it is ok to not listen to their partner. They think it’s NORMAL to never be listened to. You know what? I’ve lived this and I never in a million years want this to be “romanticized or glorified” in any sort of media. It is dangerous. It is hurtful. It is abusive. While I love the show, I am starting to wonder what message are they trying to convey. They say it is about empowerment. No, it is only empowering negative behaviors and thoughts that can become self destructive and abusive when taken into the context of real life. This is more than “who gets the girl,” because if this is some contest, strike 2. The show needs to recalibrate and reevaluate what they are portraying to young minds, the most vulnerable minds. Love is bigger than the romance. So, I miss my girl Kara Danvers, the sunshine puppy who is able to love so many. I miss Cat, Lucy, Mgann, Eliza, Livewire, Alex, Maggie, and especially Lena Luthor. Because they have, in their womanly wonder, made this show bigger than the privileged conquest of white male heteronormativity it has sadly warped into. I have faith that Supergirl will rise again, until then we must be strong and fight like the heroes we are and have within us.

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A sliver of silver reflection.

I remember years ago, while working in C-Sec there was this case where Turian children kept disappearing on one of the wards. Posters were popping up on every street corner, countless faces. Within weeks the outpost I was stationed at was packed with dozens of Turian parents begging for their children to be found. Often mothers doing most of the talking while the fathers were either out trying to find their sons and daughters themselves or simply did what they could to somehow get us to work harder on figuring out what in spirits name was going on. This was all happening within my first year as a C-Sec officer, before I got moved up to investigations at the C-Sec HQ.

My immediate thought was to figure out where all these kids were from and after a few days of asking around and looking through the public records of all the parents that had approached us I was able to narrow it down to a half dozen blocks of residential buildings. A mostly Turian enclave area of the Citadel with some Volus and Elcor mixed in, maybe even the occasional Salarian. 

One thing I noticed was how quiet the streets were. For an area that housed over ten thousand residents, the main streets were mostly empty. The local park had the occasional shady figure who would run off if you tried to get close, but for the most part it was also empty. 

I walked down a few dozen more blocks, out of the enclave and into the Asari/Salarian dominated area of the ward. Children and families were noticeably making up over half of the locals walking by. Asari school groups, and the occasional Salarian cluster created the kind of bustle you would expect. 

Growing up on Cipritine I was accustomed to streets filled with other children playing war, and building forts out of dumpsters and cardboard in back alleys and raiding the bases other ‘factions’ of kids who were part of different educational regiments or schools. 

As a kid I was much more fascinated with tearing things apart and figuring out why they work and trying to improve them or splice them into something else. 

Sol, my sister, took after me in this aspect a little as she got past her infant years my tools and projects would often go ‘missing’ often ending up under her bed or hidden in a closet.

I was never the kind of kid who was into reckless violence and growing up unless I had some kind of conviction for what I was doing. I only ever got into one fight with this one kid named Valaksus because he kept harassing the smaller kids. Ended up breaking his arm, and dislocating his other shoulder; I only walked away with a bloody face. We ended up moving to the outskirts of the city after that.

I could see the value in something like hand to hand as a form of protection for myself and others. Aside from that, if I didn’t believe in learning something I never really gave it my full attention much to the frustration of my father. I hated rifle training and hunting trips when I was young, needless violence, and why did I have to kill them? I always had a moral high ground of thinking people could, with enough persuasion see things my way and that violence could be avoided. My dad tried to help me understand that the convictions of the self and the convictions of the cause must always be worth dying for, and while this may seem close minded as I argued, he pointed out that some people’s causes are for peace and for helping others like he was with his job at C-Sec. keeping an open mind is always important when dealing with so many different people he said; but sometimes violence is necessary. Sometimes people need to die, and it is their conviction to their wrong doing that decides their fate. When I asked him how he decides who lives and dies he simply said their lives weren’t up to him; and that whether they needed to die or not wasn’t a choice he could make as a cop, but rather a personal belief he had to set aside for a noble cause: Staying within the lines of the law and of civility.

So walking around on the Turian enclave later that night while off duty I happened to pass by an alley when I saw a kid out of the corner of my eye at the far end. 

She ran off before I could say anything, and given the lack of any other kids in the area and the fact that they’ve been going missing, I ran after her. Down the alley, through some fences, and two residential buildings I followed her to this basement under some shabby restaurant that had closed years ago.

Ended up upon this ring of Turians who were selling the kids to Batarian slavers and auctioning others to Krogans who wanted to take their revenge out on the Turians who put their species down with the genophage. The kids couldn’t fight back. The kids would get shipped out to other parts of the citadel and would be beaten to death and disposed of, even cooked afterwards by some of the Krogan, most of the kids were homeless but as they ran out of those, they started taking the ones who had families just to keep the business going. 

Even to this day I can’t recall the firefight that ensued, or even fully recall tracking down every monstrous customer of this nightmare from the ledger I found and doing the world the service of removing them from it. I had never in my life experienced such an intense rage towards another person or group of people. 

 I killed them all. Every single one.

When my dad found out he was furious. Yelled at me about fair trial and following the rule book. Especially when it came to those that I had tracked down. 

He ended up covering the whole thing up, aside from giving me credit for shutting down the crime ring, which gave the promotion to the investigations unit, no one ever really knew or found out about everyone who had bought the kids. Several of them were returned to their families after a couple raids on batarian slavers weeks later, and the ones I saved that night went home the next day. The young girl I had followed had managed to escape and led me to where she was taken, before running home once she knew I would enter the building. Turns out she knew I was a cop because she had seem me on patrol weeks before. Within weeks the enclave seemed to be no different from the streets back home.

But he covered the whole thing up.

It was the only corrupt thing he had ever done in all his years at C-Sec. I know damn well I would have lost my job and probably gone to prison for murder.

But… they had to die. Of this I was fully convinced. 

From then on my relationship with him got even harder, we hardly talked, and anytime we did, it was either him lecturing me or both of us arguing. I began to loathe all the rules and red tape the came with the job and after what I had witnessed. 

The capability for unimaginable cruelty of other people. I always had more of a mind that taking these kinds of scum off the streets in such a way that they could never harm anyone ever again was worth whatever means it took to accomplish that, even if it meant bending or breaking some of the rules. 

This is how I went about my job at C-Sec for years, each year feeling more and more restrained by the rules that felt like they were only there to help the bad guys get away. People like Dr. Saleon. 

And then I met Shepard, this… amazing human who taught me how short sighted my frustrations had left me. Who showed me more than I ever would have learned with C-Sec. She showed me the direct approach of convincing others to see her side or dealing with them if they won’t. Who had the ability to set out the ideals I had as a kid and put them into practice in the real world. And who’s combat ability was a terrifying force to be reckoned with. The first few missions with her I caught myself distracted by how quickly she moved from target to target, clearing rooms faster than I had ever seen. The Geth, and the Pirates, Mercs, assassins. The minute she arrived they didn’t stand a chance. 

I aspired to be like her. How even with merc bands smart enough to talk first, she would give them the opportunity to leave, rather than shooting them first. Always offering the handshake first and the barrel of a gun second. 

Every encounter with Saren she fought him through words as well as weapons, and her spirit never seemed to back down. Her influence was so great she was able to convince him to take his own life, the last act of defiance against Sovereign. A power with words I had never seen in my entire life.

It was as if she was glowing and I was careful to absorb all I could from her and to be at her side no matter the situation. 

After Saren, I went back to C-Sec with a renewed fire and passion for serving; for protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. And even though the frustration of the red tape was almost immediately apparent, I kept my head held high, and always offered the handshake and a way out, before going for the gun. Those months I brought in more criminals alive and unharmed (mostly) than I had ever done in entire years of working with C-Sec. Many of them recognized me next to Shepard on the vids of the battle for the Citadel, cutting through Geth heavy lines and kind of gave up as soon as I showed up to whatever operation they had going so I guess that made the job a little easier. 

 Intimidation wasn’t something I was used to, but I learned how useful it was in ending fights before they even began. 

 And then Shepard died.

 I… 

 It’s still kind of hard to talk about or clearly recall.

It felt like losing a part of myself, and life on the Citadel fell apart. 

The constant drug busts and same scenario criminal kingpin wanna be’s made me feel like I wasn’t accomplishing anything.

I was losing it. 

Everything Shepard had taught me, everything we accomplished. 

Everything she taught me to be, everything that I was and wanted to be. 

I was losing control of it all. 

I had to do something. 

Had to stop the problem at the source. 

It’s what she would have done.

I Ended up drifting for a few months from colony to colony in the terminus systems looking for trouble as I went before losing my way all the way to Omega. 

I needed a cause to believe in and Omega was no shortage of causes. 

And well… Heh… I’m sure your familiar with how that went down hmm? 

When Shepard came back from the dead it felt like a part of myself that I had lost had been restored. I fought better, the banter came natural, I could let my guard down around her. I could truly feel like myself around her. 

No way was a I about to let a rocket to the face cut short what had been returned to me only moments prior. Though I’m sure how high I was off the stims might of affected how i was feeling. Three days straight of shooting bad guys can make even me a little… whats that human word? Cookoo? 

With Shepard back in my life I could feel more myself, and I could let my guard down around her, even more so than back when we took down Saren. It felt more natural this time round for us to be just us. 

Just like old times, but better still. 

And with very few people onboard the Cerberus ship that we felt like we could trust (I removed like three dozen hidden cameras and audio devices from the forward battery, as well as a algorithm tracker from my terminal) It was only normal that we turned to each other more and more. Old friends, a hard thing to find back then. 

And then after Shepard helped me with Sidonis, and the way Kaiden reacted to Shepard on Horizon, I suppose I should have expected Shepard to want more than friendship, me being the only one she could fully trust. And well… being completely honest that caught me completely off guard. 

It was… nerve wracking and awkward, but the more we felt out our feelings the more natural it became, the more… right it was and the more we could feel like ourselves. And this innate need to find ourselves in each other and to support each other defined every aspect of who we were, and spirits be dammed if I ever let anything happen to her because I know I’ll lose myself as well. 

 It’s a kind of belonging of the soul that I think we all strive for, and I couldn’t be more at peace with having found my place in this world by Shepards side. 

Because as I’m sure you know. 

There really is no Shepard without Vakarian. 

 And damn does being me feel good. 

 G.

Originally posted by condvit

Do people not understand how much Stefan hates himself?

To say that Stefan doesn’t love Caroline because he can’t see their future at this very minute (especially while smothered in so much self-loathing, guilt and adjusting to his newfound humanity) frustrates me. It’s been eight years and people still don’t understand his psyche? Were they expecting Stefan to be callously discussing wedding plans and his future from the moment they met eyes again? (That’s Damon’s stitch.) It’s obvious how much he loves Caroline and how relieved he was to see her when she showed up at the police station. It was beautiful really, showing the continued layers to their relationship. They can be lovers and still be friends.

One thing I’m really sick of as a society of humans is people saying bugs are “gross” or “kill it with fire”

Insects are animals deserving of our respect and you don’t have to like them, but it’s pretty fucking rude to say shit like “this animal needs to die because it has eight legs and startled me”

It’s an animal. I’m about bugs the way y'all are about dogs and if people don’t get that then I don’t need that negativity in my life.

It’s a facet of humanity that has always frustrated me.

Fast Food

Do NOT tell me people who work in fast food and make a fucking mistake don’t deserve money. Do NOT tell me fast food is an easy job. 

When people are threatening to slit your throat because you’ve accidentally given them a sandwich with cheese on it it’s frustrating. 

MISTAKES HAPPEN. HUMANS ARE MISTAKES.

Do NOT look at me and tell me because I’ve messed up I don’t deserve money to afford to live, hell I don’t even deserve to live. 

DO NOT DEMAND A SERVICE AND THEN DEGRADE THOSE WHO GIVE IT TO YOU.

One of the loneliest truths I’ve come to realize is that I’ll never truly be able to understand what people say. Our entire personalities and lives are shaped by past experience and thoughts. Someone can tell me about experiences they had and I can feel their emotions through empathy, but I can never fully communicate with another human…and this frustrates me to no end.

anonymous asked:

I also don't like the fact that Anksheram will never be fleshed out, let alone never make an actual appearance, and now will ascend to Karma Houdini status. And the fact that none of the protagonists cared about the fact that Anksheram, the one who started it all, indirectly caused harm to humanity frustrates me. I know that Hiro won't bring up Anksheram, but he never told us why? Honestly, I don't like his decision to not bring him up ever again.

I think Mashima was probably planning to address Ankhseram at some point (along with the 18 Battle Gods of Yakuma and the God Slayers), but just decided not to because he didn’t technically have to. Which is a shame, because we just got Chronos AND God Take Overs introduced this arc, so one last arc addressing the Gods would’ve been nice. 

The way things turned out, you could have literally said “ah yeah Zeref did Mad Science and now he’s a Death Ball” and it would’ve made as much sense as “this capricious off-screen god made this one guy immortal; you’ll never guess what happened next!”

infp secret #44

sometimes i wonder if i could survive on my own. totally alone, some cabin in the mountains with no talking living thing within 50 miles. usually, it’s a frustrating exchange with some stupid human that leads me to this trail of thought. 

do i really need noise?

do i really need people?

do i really need friends?

do i really need love?

could i survive with only the sound of the wind through the weeping willows, the sound of the creek running over smooth stones, the sound of bluejays in birch trees, the sound of coyotes calling in the night? 

Originally posted by theadventurouslife4us

sure, i’d prolly compensate by talking to myself, but i already do that anyways. so the million dollar question is: is it better to live without the things that have the potential to hurt you the very most?

Dear Charlie,

The worst time for me is when it’s the middle of the night. I just want a hug and for someone to tell me they love me. Not necessarily romantically, just some human affection. But everyone around me is asleep already. It’s a frustrating and scary time of night.
I got other things I can talk about. Like orientation today. It was fun. The other trainees were great, the HR guy training us was great, the paperwork they gave us was great. I barely know what I’m typing right now though. I’ve been up for 17 hours and I’m super sleepy. But my tummy hurts so I can’t sleep.
I take my road test on Tuesday. That’s that’s 3 days away from tomorrow. Tomorrow is Saturday. That’s three days, right? Or is that three days away from today? I’m confusing myself. The important thing is I’m so close to either having my license or having to reschedule. I pray I get it. If only because I need a way to work next week Saturday. My family have things to do and I can’t be demanding all kinds of shit from them. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I fail, Charlie. I’m so freaked out about it. I’ve done 2 3-point turns and I’ve never parallel-parked. Those are huge on the test. Ugh. I haven’t even been to the place they’re testing me. I’m psyching myself out.
I work again Sunday. It’s more training/orientation, which I’m totally fine with. I’m excited, even. It’s a great place. I think I’m gonna like it. And based on the last jobs I’ve had, I already can do the hardest part. I can handle the money and counting back change etc. the only thing I’ve yet to do is scan shit for people. But I do self-checkout sometimes and I bag my own groceries whenever I’m at the store. I’ll do fine. And that’s what training is for, right?

I’ll write more when I’m not so blurry and delirious.

Love always,
Maria.

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graphic request meme: calambfornia asked for discworld

[1/9] Favorite Character:
His Grace, His Excellency, The Duke of Ankh; Commander Sir Samuel Vimes

“Commander, I always used to consider that you had a definite anti-authoritarian streak in you.”
“Sir?”
“It seems that you have managed to retain this even though you are authority.”
“Sir?”
“That’s practically zen.”  

A dramatic Shakespearean response to every situation
  • When something bad happens: True is it that we have seen better days.
  • When something REALLY bad happens: O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day. Most woeful day That ever, ever I did yet behold! O day, O day, O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this.O woeful day! O woeful day!
  • When people say that something is wrong because the Bible says so: The Devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
  • When my girlfriend abandons me for food: FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN!
  • When someone doesn’t thank me for holding the door open for them: BLOW, BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND! THOU ART NOT SO UNKIND AS MAN’S INGRATITUDE!
  • When I burn something while cooking: MY CAKE IS DOUGH!
  • When human stupidity frustrates me: LORD, WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE!
  • When someone says I'm going to hell for my sins: NYMPH, IN THY ORISONS BE ALL MY SINS REMEMBER'D.
  • When I’m broke: My pride fell with my fortunes
  • When someone turns the light on after a period of darkness and blinding light ensues: OH, SHE DOTH TEACH THE TORCHES TO BURN BRIGHT!
  • When someone disagrees with me: THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN HEAVEN AND EARTH, HORATIO, THEN ARE DREAMT OF IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY.
  • When I argue with my girlfriend: The course of true love never did run smooth.
  • When I’m embarrassed: MUST I HOLD A CANDLE TO MY SHAMES?!
  • Someone says “Good Night”: Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
  • When I’m doing the laundry: OUT, damned spot!

“My art is not about fooling people. It’s the human attitudes I’m after—fatigue, a bit of frustration, rejection. To me, there is a kind of beauty in all this.”

Duane Hanson, born on this day in 1925. 

[Member Night, August 3, 2016. Photograph © Matthew Carasella Photography]