“Relentlessly Pursued By Someone”: 46 Things That Look Awesome In Movies But Are Terrible In Real Life

One thing that bugs me are the old movies from the Golden Age of Hollywood where the woman resists, the man kisses her anyways and the woman immediately becomes an enthusiastic participant.

007 we are looking right at YOU.

I hate the packing part with a passion, but absolutely love the part where I get to unpack and find new places for my stuff in my new place.

The packing feels like it never ends, and the unpacking sometimes *actually* never ends. We may or may not have some boxes tucked away that we just never got round to unpacking.

After we moved three times in two years, I told my husband if we moved again I was going to drop a match and let insurance buy us new furniture.

Moving is by far my most hated thing to do in my entire life. During college I would have to move almost every year.

One of the best things about being a 'grown up' is that your friends don't all move every summer.

watching 80s movies is so cringy when she is literaly stalked

The f*ing Notebook, where he dangles from a Ferris wheel until she agrees to go out with him, even though she's said no more than once before

I lived in a town of 500 for a few years in my childhood, and went to a school that serviced a mostly rural area. I hated it. Narrow-minded, racist, stupid and proud, judgmental, and on and on describes 90% of them. There were kids in my school from farms where I suspect their parents gave Mothers and Fathers day gifts to the same people. One kid literally looked like a dog. There were four boys in one family, all intellectually disabled, and just plain odd looking. WTH is going on that that happened? They all stank to high heaven. I was only 12 when we moved but even at that age I hated to think what went on in some of those farmhouses. I'll take city people any day of the week.

I live in a small town. Not folksy wise, but undercurrent of maga. I don't care. The only time I did not feel safe was until they caught Bryan Kohberger.

Can confirm. I grew up in a small rural town in the Deep South, and it was the passion of my heart to GET! OUT! I did. I made it out, first to a slightly larger town (where I retired to when Covid hit, more about that in a bit), then to Los Angeles for 22 years. I got the experience I needed and wanted, and I get it from a young person's perspective. Now that I'm 50+, a slower pace of life is nicer, and I'm around family, friends, community.

This trope is bad in books too.

It's insecurity that wears a jacket of control. Awful, and not love at all.

I've been homeless. Not eating for days and freezing my b*tt off on uncomfortable public benches was bad enough, I don't wanna relive that with zombies as a bonus.

I am a big fan of the post apocalypse genre and I buy gear and stuff to get through an apocalypse as a bit of a hobby. Having said that, I like my comfy home and bathroom and being able to drink coffee and pick up pizzas.

I would just lay down on the ground and see what happens.

I hated the other students, not the school itself

I liked high school. No worries other than getting scolded for not doing homework or skipping school, no responsibilities because parents are taking care of the housing and all that stuff. Plus, having a routine was really nice. Going to college and living alone didn't go well for me: there was no one to wake me up in the morning and no consequences if I skipped the lectures. I ended up only going there for the exams in order to be allowed to sign up for another year (because my parents only agreed to pay my rent and bills on the condition that I was enrolled in college even if they knew I didn't give a sh*t about studying.)

We had a great time. It was the school that as the problem.

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In high heels…

And when you finally stop running, there's zero sweat.

Just to have them eat a bite of dry toast and leave

I am gonna miss the bus.

If I made a whole a*s buffet and my ungrateful kid had a sip of juice and went "Late for the bus" I would slam my goddam hands down and tell them to eat

This!

Don’t forget ending up drunk and making bad choices.

I am a woman and I always find divey local bars and hang out by myself. I would like a beer, but I don't keep alcohol in the house. I like to play on my phone. I chat with some people and then go back to my thoughts. I make friends, but also have my solitude. And occasionally I find out something interesting about someone I chat with. I do not get drunk, but enjoy myself and go home.

Dang, I have a girlfriend--tall, biggish, older red-head going grey--all her life could walk into a bar, get in cab, take a plane, whatever, and she'd strike up a conversation with anybody. Even people that don't seem interested at first eventually open up to her. Some people just have a way to get others unlocked and happy to talk. Me, I'm over here in the corner.

Most people wouldn't last a week

I lived off grid for fuel, sewage, and electricity, but on for water and WiFi. It was a great combo. Cooked and heated with wood sourced as waste from tree surgeons. Had compost loos for sewage. Electric was wind and solar.

I have lived in a earth ship house with no indoor plumbing and no electricity.... and it was NOT fun. Want drinking water, go to town and fill ten 5 gallon totes... every week. Want to cook food and heat your house in the winter, cut down BIG trees, and chop and stack 12-15 cords of wood every year! Need to go to to the bathroom, dig a 4 ft. x 4 ft. x 6 ft. outhouse pit every year - move the outhouse and then backfill the old pit. All your lights are kerosene lanterns, and have to be filled, cleaned, and carried from room to room. Sustenance living sucks!

I want to see the video of them living 'off the grid' after breaking their leg or with a seriously infected wound.

It was grossly idealised in movie Into the Wild. Which should be the finest example of unprepared person going off the grid.

I lost my job today. Today is my 50th birthday.