annoyed

Satan is never your well-wisher. Get the pleasure of making him annoyed on you by doing good deeds

It is a strange thing that the human species can only go three days without water and three weeks without food, before the body dies. Yet, so many people can go years hanging onto pain and feeling emotionally dead inside. I suppose if it was the other way around more people would go to school to be morticians because of the booming business, or pastors would have to hand out Valium with the sacrament, just to keep the census high.

...the presence of others has become even more intolerable to me, their conversation most of all. Oh, how it all annoys and exasperates me: their attitudes, their manners, their whole way of being! The people of my world, all my unhappy peers, have come to irritate, oppress and sadden me with their noisy and empty chatter, their monstrous and boundless vanity, their even more monstrous egotism, their club gossip... the endless repetition of opinions already formed and judgments already made; the automatic vomiting forth of articles read in those morning papers which are the recognised outlet of the hopeless wilderness of their ideas; the eternal daily meal of overfamiliar cliches concerning racing stables and the stalls of fillies of the human variety... the hutches of the 'petites femmes' - another worn out phrase in the dirty usury of shapeless expression!Oh my contemporaries, my dear contemporaries...Their idiotic self-satisfaction; their fat and full-blown self-sufficiency: the stupid display of their good fortune; the clink of fifty- and a hundred-franc coins forever sounding out their financial prowess, according their own reckoning; their hen-like clucking and their pig-like grunting, as they pronounce the names of certain women; the obesity of their minds, the obscenity of their eyes, and the toneless-ness of their laughter! They are, in truth, handsome puppets of amour, with all the exhausted despondency of their gestures and the slackness of their chic...Chic! A hideous word, which fits their manner like a new glove: as dejected as undertakers' mutes, as full-blown as Falstaff...Oh my contemporaries: the ceusses of my circle, to put it in their own ignoble argot. They have all welcomed the moneylenders into their homes, and have been recruited as their clients, and they have likewise played host to the fat journalists who milk their conversations for the society columns. How I hate them; how I execrate them; how I would love to devour them liver and lights - and how well I understand the Anarchists and their bombs!

The cop looks annoyed, like we're giving him a headache. I want to explain everything to him that its really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

How long have you been standing there?""Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger.""He deserved it.

She was not an unkind woman, despite a lifetime of being gently dried out on the stove of education, but she was conscientious and a stickler for propriety and thought she knew how this sort of thing should go and was vaguely annoyed that it wasn't going.

Since I've moved here, you have shown up at my door eight times. I obey the laws, I pay my taxes, and I haven't even gotten a parking ticket in my entire time as a driver. Yet if anything at all happens in the neighborhood, you appear at my door. I bet if a meteorite fell somewhere in the subdivision, you would be here asking me if I personally launched it out of my doomsday cannon.

He seemed only ... annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot. "Yeah, well," he said, "the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldn't really exist, leave a note.

Why are we sneaking out in the night?_ Jack repeated.__ already explained,_ Sam snapped. __f you don__ listen___aylor jumped in to say, __ecause otherwise Astrid would find some way to stop him._ She mimicked Astrid__ voice, injecting it with steel and a tense, condescending tone. __am. I am the smartest, hottest girl in the world. So do what I tell you. Good boy. Down, boy. Down!__am remained silent, walking steadily just a few feet ahead.Taylor continued, __h, Sam, if only you could be as smart plus as totally goody-goody as I am. If only you could realize that you will never be good enough to have me, me, wonderful me, Astrid the Blond Genius.___am, can I shoot her now?_ Dekka asked. __r is it too soon?___ait until we__e over the ridge,_ Sam said. __t__l muffle the sound.___orry, Dekka,_ Taylor said. __ know you don__ like talking about boy-girl things.___aylor,_ Sam warned.__es, Sam?___ou might want to think about how hard it would be to walk if someone were to turn off gravity under your feet every now and then.___ wonder who would do that?_ Dekka said.Suddenly Taylor fell flat on her face.__ou tripped me!_ Taylor said, more shocked than angry.__e?_ Dekka spread her hands in a completely unconvincing gesture of innocence. __ey, I__ all the way over here._____ just saying: you can see where that could make a long walk just a lot longer,_ Sam said.__ou guys are so not fun,_ Taylor grumped. She bounced instantaneously to just behind Sam. She grabbed his butt, he yelled, __ey!_ and she bounced away innocently.__o answer your question, Jack,_ Sam said, __e are sneaking out at night so that everyone doesn__ know we__e gone and why. They__l figure it out soon enough, but Edilio will have to have more of his guys on the streets if I__ not there playing the big, bad wolf. More stress for everyone.___h,_ Jack said.__he big, bad wolf,_ Taylor said. She laughed. __o, when you play that fantasy in your head is Astrid Little Red Riding Hood or one of the Three Little Pigs?___ekka,_ Sam said.__ah! Too slow!

As so many commitments demand your timeOr your shut-eye important be,Your attraction to me must in some way lack,Such a pity to spend time on thee.

Be annoyed and sin not" ~R. Alan Woods [2012]

You can never be annoyed by anyone when you are just alone, insults comes from being too familiar even with the most respectful persons.

Some people take offense like it's a limited time offer.