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Car enthusiasts & sports enthusiasts
Feb. 8th, 2025 08:04 pmYesterday while grocery shopping, I found a humidifier at a thrift store. I went back and bought it today. On sale at half off, it cost me just ten dollars. I was happy.
Then I got it home and couldn't figure out how to get it to work. The paper directions in the box and the instructions on the box lid weren't much help. I had to look it up online to figure out that a crucial piece is missing. I ended up on the manufacturer's website, and I'm not sure they sell that piece. Even if they do, by the time the piece arrives by mail, my return window will have closed and I'll be out of ten bucks if the humidifier doesn't work even with a new part. I have only like sixty bucks right now.
There is at least one interest that I hate more than an interest in people/emotions/drama: interest in cars. There was a guy on the bus ride home today who would not shut up about cars. We as passengers are not even supposed to talk to the driver while the bus is moving; there's a sign up above the driver that says so. I wonder how many other people have even noticed that sign. What's demotivating is that the drivers never enforce the rule; they usually participate in the conversation. I'd prefer that they focus on the road.
Sports obsession and car obsession are two typical guy things that I absolutely loathe. I can't think of any interests I hate more. Especially when it comes to being obsessed with other people playing sports. Like, get your own life/hobby/exercise. Who cares whether other people can run/throw/hit things? Someone who plays a sport himself can learn something as a spectator or at least watch his sport from a position of primary understanding, but ham planets who couldn't mount a flight of stairs without having an asthma attack bellowing about "my team" when somebody on TV makes a goal? is a new kind of cringe. In my mind there's too much of a disconnect between being super interested in a sport and being unable to play it oneself at even the most basic level. Like how does continually watching athletes not remind them of being horribly out of shape?
As for playing sports oneself, I can understand that exercise feels good and that strategizing a game can be engaging, but I can't relate at all to the competition aspect nor the team aspect of some sports.
And the stadium/lockerroom full of the testosterone stink of dozens of sweaty males, I don't know how they can bear it. Once in boot camp, my unit was led into the men's barracks for a lecture or something, and the odor was like nothing I ever had or have since experienced. This wasn't while they were exercising; it was after morning exercise, after we'd all showered and breakfasted. But there was clearly more than one day's worth of funk lingering in the air anyhow.
This was an experience that helped cement in my mind how revolting and unattractive men were. Handsome and pleasantly dressed/groomed though they may be, to get physically intimate with one of them was to be bombarded by odors alien in their intensity and bodily fluids alien in that they spurt out of the body. I'm still not sure about that shit. From a couple of sources I've heard that east Asians don't smell as strongly, but they still spurt. We'll see, we'll see.
What's creepy is when guys glance at a car and immediately know the make, model, sometimes even the goddamned year of manufacture. Like, yeah, it's autistic to have that database of largely useless details in their heads, but it's in the creepy autistic traits department, from my perspective.
Maybe I only really like systematizing when it comes to academics and puzzles.
Then I got it home and couldn't figure out how to get it to work. The paper directions in the box and the instructions on the box lid weren't much help. I had to look it up online to figure out that a crucial piece is missing. I ended up on the manufacturer's website, and I'm not sure they sell that piece. Even if they do, by the time the piece arrives by mail, my return window will have closed and I'll be out of ten bucks if the humidifier doesn't work even with a new part. I have only like sixty bucks right now.
There is at least one interest that I hate more than an interest in people/emotions/drama: interest in cars. There was a guy on the bus ride home today who would not shut up about cars. We as passengers are not even supposed to talk to the driver while the bus is moving; there's a sign up above the driver that says so. I wonder how many other people have even noticed that sign. What's demotivating is that the drivers never enforce the rule; they usually participate in the conversation. I'd prefer that they focus on the road.
Sports obsession and car obsession are two typical guy things that I absolutely loathe. I can't think of any interests I hate more. Especially when it comes to being obsessed with other people playing sports. Like, get your own life/hobby/exercise. Who cares whether other people can run/throw/hit things? Someone who plays a sport himself can learn something as a spectator or at least watch his sport from a position of primary understanding, but ham planets who couldn't mount a flight of stairs without having an asthma attack bellowing about "my team" when somebody on TV makes a goal? is a new kind of cringe. In my mind there's too much of a disconnect between being super interested in a sport and being unable to play it oneself at even the most basic level. Like how does continually watching athletes not remind them of being horribly out of shape?
As for playing sports oneself, I can understand that exercise feels good and that strategizing a game can be engaging, but I can't relate at all to the competition aspect nor the team aspect of some sports.
And the stadium/lockerroom full of the testosterone stink of dozens of sweaty males, I don't know how they can bear it. Once in boot camp, my unit was led into the men's barracks for a lecture or something, and the odor was like nothing I ever had or have since experienced. This wasn't while they were exercising; it was after morning exercise, after we'd all showered and breakfasted. But there was clearly more than one day's worth of funk lingering in the air anyhow.
This was an experience that helped cement in my mind how revolting and unattractive men were. Handsome and pleasantly dressed/groomed though they may be, to get physically intimate with one of them was to be bombarded by odors alien in their intensity and bodily fluids alien in that they spurt out of the body. I'm still not sure about that shit. From a couple of sources I've heard that east Asians don't smell as strongly, but they still spurt. We'll see, we'll see.
What's creepy is when guys glance at a car and immediately know the make, model, sometimes even the goddamned year of manufacture. Like, yeah, it's autistic to have that database of largely useless details in their heads, but it's in the creepy autistic traits department, from my perspective.
Maybe I only really like systematizing when it comes to academics and puzzles.
