What do you complain about the most?
If I had to pick one thing I complain about the most, without hesitation, without overthinking, without giving you a tragic backstory that starts in my childhood—it’s slow people.
No. Not old people. Not people with disabilities. Not anyone who genuinely cannot move or speak faster.
I’m talking about people in their absolute prime age who walk like they have nowhere to be. Like time is a decorative concept. Like the rest of us aren’t internally screaming behind them.
And it’s not just physical slowness. It’s mental slowness. Conversational slowness. The kind where someone takes three business days to reach the point.
If I ask a non-personal question, I want an answer. I don’t need the lore. I don’t need the origin story. I don’t need to know how this reminds you of something that happened in 2009.
Give me the information. Get to the point. Respect the urgency.
Ironically, I’m a flibbertigibbet. I talk a lot. I ramble. I can go on tangents like it’s a sport.
But the moment there’s urgency? The moment someone needs an objective answer?
You’ll see the fastest, crispest version of me. I’ll compress the answer so efficiently that even one byte of brain storage could hold it.
Because that’s what logic does. It prioritizes.
Which brings me to the second thing I absolutely, unapologetically hate—logically dead people.
I can’t even begin to explain how much it irritates me.
Case in point: someone applying for a job. Their email is obviously written using ChatGPT.
Now before anyone gets smart—yes, I use ChatGPT too. Obviously. Tools are tools.
But this email? The section where they had to describe their role literally said:
“Insert role description here.”
They sent the email. With that sentence. Intact.
No edits. No shame. No self-awareness.
That’s not a technology problem. That’s a thinking problem.
And it’s people like this that create Thanos.
Because honestly?
Relatable.
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