Hey Pandas, What Do You Need To Rant About? (Closed)

Cyclists hogging the main road, thinking they could go as fast as motorised vehicles, making double or triple lanes instead of one straight lane.

Staying after closing time. We (the employees) can’t do anything toward closing/cleaning until all the customers are out the door. Depending on the day, said cleaning/closing can take up to two hours, and you’re only delaying us. This is a non-essential craft store. Linda, you don’t need beading wire and foam sheets that badly.

My grandparents are making me so far ahead in school! I'm about to finish the semester when we should be HALFWAY THROUGH!!!!! And yesterday, my grandpa trashed my room then told me to clean it!

You know when you are at a red light and a lot of times there is a crosswalk and if if you stop on that crosswalk I will just get so mad. (If any of that makes sense)

I was in my schools GSA, and I don’t know if this is how all if them are but the environment of the one at my school is f*****g toxic. They say it’s a safe space but my friend comes in and gets harassed over false accusations to the point of crying, the president is always picking favorites when settling arguments instead of actually settling them, most member don’t give a s**t about if anyone other than them is comfortable, they always blame s**t on others, people are constantly getting dragged into unnecessary drama by proxy, they yell way too much, don’t actually care about what members have to say, they don’t care about any factors that might make you fidget or s**t, they target specific people, they’re assholes, it’s caused me to cry in the bathroom several times, and even though I quit I probably won’t escape the f*****g drama.

How did I get to the point of sadness where I can barely cry anymore? How did my mental state go this bad so fast? I wish I could just have a normal mind with less severe depression and anxiety. I don't want anyone to know how terribly I'm doing, but at the same time I want someone to look me in the eye and realize I am in no way okay despite what I say. I wish someone cared enough to notice. I know I should probably say something, but I'm afraid to. I don't want to be seen as weak or helpless, even though I am those things. I'm not strong and I need help all the time. I hate that. I hate everything about myself. I'm sorry this is such a long rant, it's just what I want to rant about.

I am soooo tired of drivers on their cellphones and not paying attention. They all think they are capable of driving just fine but they cause all kinds of hazards and don’t even realize it. They slow down and speed up randomly, can’t hold their lane. Miss their exit and then just cut off others instead of paying the “stupid tax” and going on to the next exit and turning around. Because they are on the phone instead of paying attention to what is going on around them, they make poor choices and react badly when confronted with some other idiot that is distracted with their phone. They all complain about everyone else being distracted and then do the same thing. We are smarter than this people! Americans need to stop being constantly entertained while doing other things that need their attention.

Nothing much, just how cruel it is that our pets - doggos, in particular - live such short lives. It's so heartbreaking when they have to cross the rainbow bridge. We have just had to say goodbye to our little doggo, Henry, who was only eight and half years old. So sad. I miss him terribly.

Just go the freaking speedlimit! Ffs, it's a limit, not a suggestion! I am so sick of people honking at me, getting right behind me and getting mad at me bedore passing on a freaking corner or no passing zone because the speedlimit is 45 and I am going *gasp* 45!

And if you're driving pass an oncoming car or riding someone's butt, turn your freaking brights off! I should not want to wear my sunglasses at night because I'm being blinded by a car for 40 minutes on the way home because you don't know a car has lower light levels than B.R.I.G.H.T. lights!

No wonder I freaking hate driving