I am a naturally quiet person unless around like three people who know the real me. So when people constantly ask "What's wrong? Why are you so quiet?" it angers me. Then, when I actually do start being a little more 'animated', the same people tell me to calm down.

Ignorant comments (this includes anything racist, sexist, homophobic, and generally narrowminded. This includes so-called "harmless" jokes. This includes derogatory comments about overweight people.) Yes, a lot of things offend me. This is because a lot of people are offensive. Respect is good.

Illiterate people. I have been told that this is mean, but I don't care. There are people who are sixteen years old, passed every grade, and still read at a grade 3 level. I would imagine that these are also the people who write "U", "luv", "cuz", etc without spelling out the entire word. Is this because, perhaps, they cannot spell? A cousin to this is the poor lack of punctuation in emails; I have recieved emails devoid of even ONE SINGLE PERIOD or comma even. So sad.

Rude people. Here is a message for all of the rude people: Goddamn, what the hell is wrong with you? I'd like to know why some people have made it their career to insult and undermine other's dignity. Go get a job to suck at. Make yourself semi-useful.

Little anarchist fuckers who sit in a classroom and throw pennies and make it hard on everyone else. Just drop out already, there is a spot on the sidewalk in Toronto waiting for you!

Loud people. The overbearing type, who are constantly chattering. Also, those who never take no for an answer, even when it's over simple things. If you don't want to go to a party because you don't like to get drunk and have orgies, or you don't want to eat a pretzel because you are on a goddamned diet or you just don't like them, it is no one else's right to tell you that you have to. You shouldn't even need a reason.

Being treated like an invalid because apparently I can't hear. I CAN. If you are slurring or mumbling or have a thick accent or using gangsta slang, then NO I can't understand you. But I can usually clearly understand the English language.
I've also encountered a situation in which I am in a group of people who are aware of my hearing loss and will use the opportunity to mumble something about me to another person. They both laugh accordingly. When I ask them what is so funny or to repeat what they just said, they refuse or say "nothing". It is super convenient because now you don't even have to wait till I'm out of the room to make a comment about me!

Unsanitary conditions. What does it take to flush the toilet or possibly wash your hands once in a while? We're not in kindergarten any more.
Also there is a problem in my house with moldy leftovers that, instead of being thrown out, are reheated over and over till the children die of food poisoning. Also, my sister cannot wrap up leftovers so she leaves raw meat in the fruit bowl and etc. It seems like the Cyrs are competing in a secret contest to see who can Invent the Most Creative Way to Get Food Poisoning! Thus I have developed a fear of eating ANY leftovers even if I know they are perfectly good.

Those who drink/smoke/take drugs for fun, especially those who are underage. Their justification is "It's fun. I like not having control over my own self and ruining my brain. Besides, there is nothing else to do in a small town like Beamsville." Um... yeah. I hope you die.

5 words: BISEXUALITY IS NOT A CHOICE. Don't say that. You're just proving how much of an idiot you are. First of all, why would one choose that if the majority of society sees it as "abnormal"? Secondly, um, are you bi or gay? Do you know anyone who is? So how do you know? I can tell you right now that it's not, but then again it's not such a bad thing to be. Oh, and thirdly, why is lesbianism acceptable, but gay sex between males is disgusting???

Little mind games. Don't insult my intelligence. Also, don't try and walk on me. Don't take me for granted, and don't you ever ever call me names because I will take it to my grave. I certainly can hold a grudge. This I assure you.

Those who mock my extensive use of the word "muffin". Fuck you, good sir.

People who use me for their own personal furniture, ie a DOORMAT to wipe your feet on or a La-Z-Boy to relax with and lean on when you need help, and then can't return the favour when I come to them with a problem.

People who use my self-deprecating qualities to their advantage, and people who use me because they know I have trouble with being mean and telling them to fuck off, and people who intentionally make things difficult for me for NO REASON. I don't know why but there are twisted fucks out there who will screw with your mind just because they are bored.

People who blame other people for all their problems and cannot accept any responsibility for their own actions. A cousin of this are the people who keep being told, "please don't do this" and then go and do it and wonder why people are angry at them! (just a sign of immaturity)

Hypocrisy. It makes me bite the inside of my cheeks until they bleed to keep me from smacking the offending hypocrite in the face.

People who cannot argue properly. If you contradict yourself, are not aware of the other person's arguments or the opposing valid points, are not convincing, don't know anything about the subject you are supposed to be debating, digress often, or do not actually care about the debate but are just arguing for the sake of having an argument and getting people riled up (AHEM), then you are obviously unprepared for a battle of wits and should vacate the premises immediately.

I should also add here that I do not like cats, because they tend to bite me even when their owners say 'Oh yes this is Minnie/Ester/etc, she/he never bites anyone!' Fuck it, they DOOOO! Especially Megan's cat, it is evil.

I should also add that even if I am somewhere with a lot of friends, and they are all singing, even singing happy birthday, and they want me to sing, I WON'T! I am too sheepish, and plus, I DON'T WANT TO. You can take the singing and shove it. I am also not musically inclined, as I discovered in gr 9 music class after a brief fling with an uncooperative trumpet.
I should also add that the reason I don't give out my number too much, and prefer to take numbers instead, is that I DO NOT LIKE THE TELEPHONE. I dislike when people call me just because they are bored, and have nothing important to say. There will be some exceptions made for James. Other than that, if you are bored and want to talk, email me, DON'T CALL ME.