What bites is when you meet someone, be it in RL or on the internet, and in two seconds they tell you something you didn't know about them, or really care about them.
I will use hammertoes as an example. Lots of people have hammertoes, but it's not an obvious afliction, unless we're at the beach or you have a fondness for open toed shoes. So, you meet someone and they basically say, "Hi, my name is Whoziwats." And you beging chatting and five sentences later, they go, "Oh, I hope you aren't bothered by this, but I have hammertoes!"
And, you really don't care, you know? I mean, maybe you feel a bit bad, cause hammertoes can cause problems, but as far as how it makes you feel? You could care less. It's just... something they are. So, you sorta nod your head, maybe express sympathy, or if you catch the idea that they are proud as hell to have hammertoes, you smile and say, "Good for you!" but, as far as your concerned, it really has nothing to do with the relationship you are establishing. You are not going into this realtionship to exam each others feet, you are going into it for something else... let's say this person is your server at a restaurant. You just want them to serve you and you don't give a tin crap about their toes.
So, things go on and you order your food, etc. And you soon realize that they just...suck. The relationship is not working out. They are supposed to be there for you, get what you need, when you need it, etc. You can't go into the kitchen and get your own darned food, that's their job.
But not Whoziwats. Whoziwats takes 20 minutes to get to your table. When you order your food, he takes 15 minutes to put it into the computer, and then when it's finally up, he takes another 45 minutes to pick it up and deliver it. So, when you get it, it's dry, lifeless, and the plate is hot as hell, because it's been sitting under the warming lights since time began. Drink refill? Not unless you've got a cactus sprouting up on your table and the buzzards are circling over your head.
If this isn't bad enough, for a way of explaining, Whoziwats now says, "I'm sorry it took me so long to do (anything and everything), but I have hammertoes..."
You still don't give a crap about his hammertoes. You just want this relationship, for as long as your into it, to work. So, you try to shine it on...
Finally, when all is said and done, it's time to temporarily terminate the relationship. In this case, pay your bill. You do. You leave a minimal, if not zero tip, because let's face it, Whoziwats sucked. If this is another type of relationship, such as potential for friendship, you decide you don't want to be their friend, because all they want to do is go on and on about being either the proud owner or tragic victim of Hammertoes.
So, the relationship ends... on not too plesant a note. Then, as you're leaving you hear, "I knew this would happen... it wasn't me, no it could never be me. They just automatically hate me, because I have hammertoes!"
That crap gets on my nerves. Big time. Honnestly. Everyone has something that makes us either grossly or minorly different from the majority. It's what's called "Being an individual." For the most part though, people don't care. And for the most part, they might never even know it, if you didn't throw it in their face every two seconds and then use it as the excuse.
Grow up world. Maybe when you got rejected, it had nothing to do with your quirky difference from the straight and narrow norm. Maybe... just maybe, you just suck.
*Leaps off soapbox*