I hate that most of my creams explicitly require to be kept in ambient temperature under 25 degrees Celcius. All I have below 25 is my fridge, but I don’t think that’s ambient. Plus I think I’d be grossed out to find some of my “special” needs creams in the fridge.
I hate being imposed upon. I don’t say no very well. People know that and take advantage of it. This is not what I consider a friendly thing to do. I know I should learn to say no.
I hate extreme heats. I just can’t take the heat! I fall apart and become way too sluggish.
I hate my trackpad. It’s slowly becoming a rectangle of uselessness on my computer. Highlighting and clicking now requires 5-7 re-takes.
I hate word capchas. They drive me nuts! And while I’m on the topic of stuff I hate with blogs – black background with white or yellow font. Looks cool and artsy but with my eyes? All I see is black speckles after.
I hate perfection. I can’t stand it when people have to achieve it all the time! Give it up! Even Martha Stewart went to jail with her perfectly matching set of tea cups and towels! Put some stripes with some dots and a brown skirt topped off with socks of miss matching colors! Be bold! Make a statement!
I hate being called disgusting for liking or doing something only later to hear the same person rant and rave about discovering something new and amazing – which was the exact same thing she considered disgusting.
I hate it when people don’t own up to their mistakes “I never did that!” “I never said that!” Own it.
I hate endives. It’s a bitter vegetable that leaves nothing but a horrible taste in my mouth.
I hate it when somebody makes me feel stupid for not knowing something he or she just learned an hour ago. (Doug Stanhope)
I hate it when people steal ideas from others but claim them as their own.
I hate my addiction to the internet.
I hate that I cry easily.
I hate people who “I know” everything. Stop it. It’s not even possible to “I know” everything. And it’s annoying. (And don’t say “I know”)
I hate throwing up.
I hate haters. Stop hating all the time. The world is a beautiful place.
I hate intolerance. Hate’s pretty big for a four letter word. Learn to not only tolerate differences but to appreciate them. You just may fall in love with something weird and exotic!