I'm sure many things annoy me about my players, as much as I'm sure many things about me annoy my players.
But ya know? We've been friends for over a quarter of a century, and played D&D together from the start. Across jobs, countries, marriages, the whole kaboodle.
Best thing I find is to talk it out, but sometimes a middle ground doesn't present. In which case we either forgive and work with it or... ...well, actually, that's about it. Outside of causing physical/psychological/emotional pain, we've all learnt to be fairly tolerant. And forgiving fast has become a habit.
Sure, I'd love it if X could get around to reading the 5E Players Handbook, or Y could switch off that part of their brain that sparks into action when realism and the magical meet. Or heck, if Z ever decided to actual arrive on time and even then to realise they need a trip down the shops to get munchies.
But hey, it's all good. I'm not on fire, my health is not being threatened and my financials are sound. So I'll take it all with a chuckle, a sigh and get on with the game.
Then I'll find another way for the party to meet some new, fiendishly evil doom.
