1. When people feel compelled to eat with me if I’m eating alone. Where did this notion come from that it’s sad to eat alone? I like it, it’s peaceful.
2. Trying to make me do “fun” things I don’t want to do. No, I’m not desperate for someone to drag me out of my shell, I just fucking hate karaoke.
3. I absolutely hate being asked “how was your weekend” every single Monday in the office for the rest of eternity.