Laziness, Stupidity, and Other Everyday Atrocities

What bothers you and why?

Let’s skip the pleasantries and dive straight into the swamp of things that make me question humanity on a daily basis.

First up—people who act like they’ve got all the answers but can’t even manage their own mess. These are the loudmouths who throw out unsolicited advice like candy at a parade, except everything they say is stale, useless, and probably wrong. They’re the “I Googled it once, so now I’m an expert” crowd. Confidence with zero qualifications, and somehow, they’re always put in charge of something. It’s baffling.

Then there’s the slow erosion of common sense. It’s like people woke up one day and collectively decided, “Nah, thinking’s optional now.” You’ve got folks trying to scan bananas at the self-checkout like they’re made of plutonium. People walking into automatic doors because they forgot how walking works. It’s mind-numbing. You can’t even rely on someone to understand the basic concept of not standing in the middle of an aisle like they’re hosting a tea party next to the canned soup.

Lazy people? Don’t even get me started. I’m not talking about being tired after a long day—we’ve all earned our right to be useless now and then. I’m talking about the serial slugs. The ones who go out of their way to avoid doing anything even mildly productive. The type that’ll watch someone else clean up a spill, then step over it like they’re royalty avoiding peasant chores. The ones who treat effort like it’s some kind of disease they might catch.

And you know what else? People who drive slow in the damn passing lane. You are not the pace car of the freeway. Move. Over. It’s called the passing lane for a reason—not the “I’m scared of going 61 in a 65” lane. If you want to do 5 under the limit, that’s your choice—but do it in the right lane like a civilized human. The rest of us have places to be and blood pressure to manage.

Also, shopping carts. If you leave yours floating in the parking lot like a landmine for the next person’s bumper, you’re part of the problem. It’s ten seconds of effort. That’s it. Unless your legs are broken, there’s no excuse.

So what bothers me? Fake experts. Lazy people. The death of common sense. Selfish behavior. And the absolute plague of slow drivers camping in the passing lane like it’s their summer home.

That’s the list—today’s list anyway. I’m sure by tomorrow, some other genius will inspire a new one.