What bursts your bubble?

A prick.

Deceit. The effect is momentary, their bruises last a couple weeks.

The disillusion I get everyday when a lot of people dash my belief that human beings are basically good, by being rude, mannerless, and stupid.

My bubble rarely gets burst but when it does, it’s generally because one or more of my friends and I have been planning to do something that I’m really looking forward to and they bail on me at the last minute. It doesn’t or hasn’t happened very often, but when it has happened it’s been quite bubble bursting. I’m pissed for a while but I get over it pretty quickly.

Ditto what @Cruiser writes. Starting over from scratch to give people the benefit of a doubt after deceits wears me down, turns me pessimistic, cold and inpatient.

That our purpose is nothing but to screw as many people as possible, and pump out as much babies, more than what’s naturally necessary, to continue the species. We’re not meant to be happy, because if we were happy with what we had back then, in our early human history, people would steal our wives/husbands, take our food, kill our children and then us. We’re not supposed to be monogamous. We want to be better than our animal selves, to change, transform into something of higher value. We will always come back to our old instincts. The things we do everyday is just postponing the inevitable. Nature will find some way to wipe us out of existence, or we’ll do this to ourselves before it does. Desire to live, begets pain.

Hate, in any form.

Finding out that someone has lied by omission. A flat-out lie makes me mad. But to lie by not answering the whole question makes me feel terrible. It’s like, “Here, I told you the truth – NOT!”

Finding out that a surprise I’ve been planning has been ruined. I get really sad and cranky, and it can last for hours.

I’m too cynical to have a bubble.

When people cheat on their great partners. Every time, it gets me.

I have no bubble, I have a wall, and the only person who can make it to crash down is myself, and that ain’t gonna happen.
’‘pats her wall’’

To love and not loved back in return