For me it’s detailed describtions about people’s dreams.
Not only doesn’t your story make any sense, but you’re also telling me about something that didn’t even happen. It’s kind of like telling about an event, and then ending the story by saying you just made it all up, except with dreams you begin by telling it’s all made up. I’m already not interested before you even started.
The dose makes the poison.
For me, excessive self aggrandizing stories are unbearable. Everybody has a story about themselves where they are the hero, or did the amazing thing. That’s perfectly fine, and in reasonable doses is interesting to listen to.
However that guy who turns every and any conversion into a story about themselves strains both believability and interest beyond my breaking point.
The gf’s father is like this. Every visit is a story of some famous or rich person/people he spent the day with as a buddy not an employee of, or the more common one of his outage and how he one upped someone or put a group of people in their place, at least in his story.
Then he wonders why his son doesn’t want to deal with him, while I see his adult son being a outrage clone of him in a way with stories of injustices against him. His rage is simmering as he tells the stories about every employer, coworker, supervisor, or government agency that is wrong or out to get him. Lately it’s been how the school teachers are plain wrong when it comes to how much of a pain his son is becoming and how his lectures of these elementary teachers is going.
In relation miss my late father’s stories of how much the little town I grew up had changed since my last visit which was often the same stories or my other family members do nothing stories that never change either. The energy level of that is pretty low looking back now…