“We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.” ~Jonathan Swift
Growing up no matter how angry we six siblings became at one another we were forbidden to say those three little words “I hate you.” I only know of one time it was ever spoken, and the aftermath was not pretty.
Apparently the seed was planted because I don’t tell people I hate them although I admit there are a few I dislike. It is usually their behavior or attitude that irks me. In all honesty, sometimes the behavior and attitudes of people I do like irk me as well.
I’ve found the things I hate are usually things that make me angry or sad or things I simply don’t understand. There are also things that frighten me. Then there are things that disgust or annoy me.
With “hate” as this week’s spin topic, I’m going to use this opportunity to vent as Gretchen suggested:
I hate it when broccoli gets stuck in my teeth and I walk around half of the day talking to people before someone tells me.
I hate it when I my curser moves and I end up typing in the middle of another sentence.
I hate it when I proofread and don’t find mistakes until after I push the publish button.
I hate it when I clean the dog poop from my backyard only to return to the front or side yard and step in dog poop left by someone else’s dog.
I hate it when my customer service phone call is answered by a machine that sends me on a number punching circle and refuses to allow me to speak to a real person.
I hate when people purposely do or say things to make others feel inferior just to lift themselves up.
I hate that political and charity calls are exempt from the Do Not Call Registry. I also hate they are now calling my cell phone.
I hate it when visitors to my home go through my closets to see what I have or how neat/messy I am and make snide remarks about the things I own.
I hate it when people expect me to drop what I am doing to be of service to them, yet they don’t do the same for me.
I hate it when I walk in a room to get something and forget what I went after. Even worse is when I go to the store and come home with every item on my list EXCEPT the main thing I went to buy.
I hate it when people think their opinion is the only one that matters.
I hate it when people litter…this includes throwing cigarette butts out of the window of a moving car.
I hate the way my hair frizzes on humid days.
I hate it when I’m crabby…I also hate it when other people are crabby.
I hate when I procrastinate, yet I continue to do it.
I hate that people intentionally hurt others physically and emotionally.
I hate that the cure for cancer has not been found.
Most Annoying Moment This Week: The lady in front of me in the Express Lane had two items as I also had two items. As soon as the cashier gave her a total she showed him a coupon and asked him if the store had a certain product she couldn’t find. He called for assistance over the loud speaker. After a few minutes someone showed up and the lady sent her to look for said product. When she returned with the product, the customer asked for a second of said item. When the cashier finally added these and gave her another total she told him she didn’t want the original item he’d already rung up. Again he adjusted her total. Then she handed him another coupon and asked if they had this item in stock. He shook his head no… I think he might have been a tad bit more annoyed than me.
Ok, I’ve complained enough and released all this pent up frustration. As Nancy says, “Ah…that’s better!”
Spin Cycle: Hate