r/complainaboutanything

As the title says. I enjoy cooking. I really do. But, due to a new job, I really do not get much of a chance now. Because of this, my wife cooks far more often. But, she mostly cooks Mexican food. My step daughter has started learning to cook, but she pretty much only likes Mexican food, and only wants to learn to cook Mexican food. Mexican food is not bad, but it just isn't something I go out of my way for. Mexican food is not in my top ten favorite food genres. I did not grow up eating it. We live in Texas, and in a predominantly Hispanic area. So, most of our restaurant options are also Mexican food. Or crappy fast food. I am so tired of Mexican food. I end up eating it at least 5 times a week. I cannot keep this going. All of it is basically the same thing, just on different plates.

Tortillas aren't good. They are the least tasty option of the flatbreads. I am so tired of them.

Cilantro tastes like dish soap to me. I am not fortunate enough to have the proper genes for cilantro.

Also, Mexican food is not healthy. Since I started eating it as my main genre of food, I've gained 35 lbs.

I need to go months without eating it again. Honestly, I could go the rest of my life without Mexican food and be perfectly content.

Thank you for letting me vent.

Im at Walmart and it's peak time. So obviously the lines are long. I saw a shorter line and went that way. As I'm walking up I hear the woman telling the lady in the back of the line that she's closed and the man with cart before her is the last customer For this register.

The customer is annoyed and telling her "I only have a few things"

The employee says "yes maam and you'll have to go to the other register to check out"

"But the line is long!"

"Im sorry but I have to close it"

"You can't just take one more?"

At this point I realized I was gawking and walked away but dang what an annoying bitch.

Why does every content creator on tiktok have long sleeves on year round? They’re like draping over their hands and meanwhile the person so doing dishes or something like please push your sleeves up! And does no one own any other colors of clothing besides white and beige?

In fact, I want to demonstrate the polar opposite. I want to burn flags. I want to parade the streets flying an upside-down American flag. I want to show our political “leaders” that I am no longer happy with our failing Democratic- Republic country. I won’t stand for the blatant corruption, lies, pointless war, stolen taxes, false idols, crumbling infrastructure, dwindling workforce, lack of healthcare, a grossly mistreated education system, economic divide & so much more. I won’t listen to the surveillance state being shoved down our throats, while being told to sit down shut up & take it. I can no longer sit inside and wait it out, while billionaire businesses move swiftly to buy out our government. I am sick & tired of being led to believe all my life that the USA is the greatest country I could have ever been born into, while the metaphorical walls of my metaphorical house begin to show signs of stress cracks that are becoming so hard to chase down & patch up. I was born here! I deserve a chance to speak up, and demand restructure for a system that is sick, and no longer works. I don’t want to leave. Even if I could, I’d much rather take the chance to make a real change.

I will not celebrate the birthday of a country that is actively abusing the very people that work so hard to keep the cog-wheels of the machine spinning.

Edit: To say Democratic-Republic along the first half of my paragraph. The people vote for an elected official to make decisions on their behalf.

It is both.

My old office chair was fine until I moved apartments. The new place had wooden floors, and the casters on that chair sounded like a shopping cart. Every time I rolled back, it left a faint mark. I ignored it for weeks.

Then I looked down one morning and saw these dull grey tracks where I sit. Like the finish had been sanded off in two little paths. The landlord would definitely notice.

I went to the hardware store and asked for new wheels. The shop attendant showed me two types: hard plastic ones and soft rubber ones. I bought the rubber ones because I felt they could be quieter. Then I got home, popped the old ones out, and pushed the new ones in. Took less than a minute.

The difference was clear. No noise,and no marks; the chair actually rolled instead of dragging. I was annoyed I’d lived with the bad ones for so long.

Later, I got curious why the originals that came with the chair were so bad. I flipped the chair over and saw that they were the cheapest hard nylon casters. I searched the part number and found the same design on Temu, sold in massive boxes to furniture factories. No brand, just bulk, compared to the type listed on alibaba, which was only sold in single units. I told my brother, and he said his gaming chair did the same thing to his tiles. He swapped his too after seeing mine.

I used to think casters were all the same. But I’m certain they’re not. The wheels that come with most chairs are made for carpet in an office, not for a house with wood or tile.

Now I check the wheels before I check the chair. I believe this could help someone else, too.

been seeing it way more than usual lately. let’s all chill out until june ok???
it’s aapi heritage month let’s actually just chill the fuck out

I cannot find a god damn recipe for stews, pies, soups etc. that don't taste better veering from directions.

I'm trying to teach my sons how to cook, but following recipes is just useless.

Baking, absolutely. Follow it.

How do you teach 'trust your instincts'?

Everything we try, they just don't like. Because my home food doesn't follow a recipe. Even if I tried to write it down, it depends on what we have on hand.

Sausage rolls never taste the exact same.

Stew never tastes the exact same.

Soup never tastes the exact same ad naseum....

I find this stupidly frustrating. They can and do follow recipes, they just don't like the outcome.

Do I let them just throw shit into a pot? Because that's where I'm at. See how it goes boys! Just go wild!

My full-time job right now is honestly just trying to survive creatively.

One minute I’m applying for professional jobs with 4 interview rounds and personality assessments for $23 an hour.
Next minute I’m signing up for DoorDash, Instacart, event gigs, brand ambassador jobs, and looking at Feet Finder like “these feet HAVE been through enough to qualify.”

Meanwhile where is my rich mysterious sugar daddy or silent pay pig that doesn’t want a relationship, doesn’t want to text all day, doesn’t want to ask “wyd,” and just sends money because he believes in women staying moisturized and mentally stable.

Because apparently in today’s economy women are expected to:
pay bills, heal trauma, drink water, maintain a career, go to therapy, stay positive, have good lighting, nice hair, clean nails, a skincare routine, emotional intelligence, and somehow still look “put together” while surviving on side quests and caffeine.

Like sir… I don’t even need luxury.
I’m trying to afford groceries, gas, a root touch-up, and the emotional support required to open LinkedIn.

And honestly the most offensive part is everybody pretending this is normal.

Half the population is one unexpected expense away from downloading a delivery app, selling feet pictures, or crying in a Target parking lot.

Anyway if anyone needs me I’ll be oscillating between “career woman” and “feral gig economy raccoon.”

As a family. Without it having to be my birthday. Just for fucking once. I suggested we enjoy this nice weather and go mini-golfing. A nice, fun, healthy outdoor activity. Naturally, someone's sick, someone is working late at the office and someone's pretending to be deaf and ill today.

But they make plans all the time without ever even thinking of me. Two of them are going to a play in 2 weeks. I would have liked to go, but am no longer interested because they've extended a guilty invitation only after I blew up about not being invited after hearing it through the grapevine. Even though we live together.

Oh, she's figured out there might be a reason I'm cross and irritated. Of course, it's my fault I thought of myself for once. Now I'm a terrible person for forcing the next future contender, for My 600 Pound Life to think of someone other than herself for once. Homelessness can't be a much worse than this.

You try to remember to leave a little lip on the end for ease of use… but you don’t, because you’re so focused on taping up whatever chaos project is in front of you. So the tape seals itself back onto the roll, and suddenly you’re spending the next decade trying to find the end again.

Round and round and round. Where the F is it.

It’s even worse when someone else has done - it and left the roll completely smooth. No lip. Just a sticky cylinder of suffering

Then you finally find a corner, start pulling it… and it tears diagonally.

Again.

And again.

And AGAIN.

And don’t even get me started on those sticky tape dispenser contraptions. They never come with instructions, and threading the tape through them feels like covering yourself in honey and sprinting through sand.

I hate sticky tape. It is the absolute worst.

New neighbours moved in a month ago and have been putting their waste bins out behind my house. The bins block half of the parking pad I rarely use, and otherwise aren't doing any harm... and yet, I find myself so bothered by it. Why can't they just put their bins out behind their house like everyone else? I don't want to bring it up with them because I don't want to cry wolf about petty things and diminish any real issues in the future, but I'm still annoyed so need to complain somewhere.

Im fascinated when less intelligent people voice themselves in long comprehensive format; if only it was written in proper paragraphs