You know what irritates me to no limit?
Today, in the news, first page: “The drama comes to the happy end: miraculous rescue”. I read on. Some idiots went sailing on the boat and lost control of it. The boat overturned. Idiots thought of nothing better but to cling to the boat and pray. They haven’t even tried to call for help, to get to the boat’s rescue kit or even come on, every third phone today is waterproof, they could have simply called for assistance themselves. Their boat was 7 km away from the shore, so that’s even within swimming distance. Everyone had lifejackets, so there wasn’t even danger that someone’s legs would cramp and they will drown. Buut NOOO, they would sit and do nothing and praaay for lord to save me, for oh my paws and whiskers, we are going to die, we are surely going to diie! The lake is freshwater, for fucks sake, so you are in no danger of thirst, it’s May, so you are not in a danger of hypothermia, and surely you can handle being without food for a night or two. Might even do you some good. And anyway, the lake is so small that the next day when the dawn breaks, you are surely going to be spotted from helicopter and picked up by a patrol boat. Of course, the drama ensued, there was a big fussy search, idiots were found and media wrote about it.
I mean, just how fussy, pampered and pathetically weak we have become? People who lived in the first half of the XX century would not even have thought of it as something that deserves a distress call. You were supposed to handle this yourself.