I Hate...
I detest things. In fact, it seems as though there are more things that I loath than there are things I do not loath. So, just to clear the air, these are the things that I really hate. It may seem like a lot still, but this is actually pretty boiled down. However, everything may find its way onto the list, anywise, depending on how long this stupid world allows me to live (ie: suffer). Damn world...
Nevertheless, without further adue, I hate...
... people who make any comments on open or closed mindedness. They act like they are against injustice, but, really, their statements generally just mean, "I don't like people who disagree with me," since, while they accuse others of adamantly opposing one way of things, they equally oppose that opposing view in much the same manner. So, not only are they jerk-wads, but they are hypocrites. Here's a hint: openmindedness means considering possibilities. This is like trying new foods or a different type of show. Openmindedness is not an excuse to be blind to basic facts, such as biology and social trends. Yes, all races and genders are equal and should be treated that way, but they still have differences, lots of them, that are irrefutable. Speaking of gender, it exists for a purpose. I am not closeminded for acknowledging this function.
... people who complain about things they have the power to avoid. "Ugh, I got a speeding ticket. What bull!" Or, "I hate going to the dentist! Getting cavities filled hurts." Here's a hint, Sherlock: the speed limit is a traffic law, just like driving drunk and driving in the correct lane. It's suppose to be obeyed. If you don't want the ticket, don't speed. Unless you're traveling across the state, you'll probably spend three minutes longer on the road, if that. Don't like the dentist? Well, have you tried, oh, brushing your teeth? I don't even floss or use mouthwash and just brush twice a day. I've never had a cavity in my life. It's pretty simple to do.
... people who talk on a cell phone all the time. All over campus, if people are not walking between classes in a throng of mindless chatter, then they are doing it with a dose of radiation from those portable devices from Hell. I could understand if the conversation was important, but they discuss the most brain-rotting things, normally which does not even involve and actual topic. It's never even the type of talk you would have with someone to their face. It's below that. I've lost brain cells for having to hear these abominations. Can you not speak for over five minutes? It's not too hard to zip it for while. I go days without uttering a single word, quite frequently. Then again, I have the ability of thought, something I forget most people need to have implanted into their heads by the media or friends.
... people who sweat one form of a concept, accepting it as the one and only, oblivious to the truth. This comes in many forms. For starters, "wicca". That's a term for a male practitioner of magic, not a female. Some guy just wrote a book promoting the pagan religion, which is more accurately called "wastebasket nature deities", and pinned it as a feministic cult. Really, it wasn't... that was just how things were done at the time. Like Catholics with male priests. It really isn't a male oriented religion, that's... just how it was done. It was just a comparisons, wiccan throes bein' all chicky, and it was a lousy one. Second would be vampires. Agh. Brom Stoker ruined a perfectly good creation. I'll give 'im that his vamps were cool, all classy and stuff, but then that was how everyone thought they were suppose to be and only referenced his work from that point on. If you have a non-pale dead thing turn into a wolf nowadays, people'd call you crazy! While on the topic of the undead, the most old school of all the walking dead, the... walking dead. Zombies. Oh, how our fragile minds are haunted by the image of rotting corpses slowly (or quickly, with todays stupider movies) advancing requesting gray matter... Yeah, that's not it at all. This is entirely what a zombie is: Someone who was drugged, thought dead, buried, dug back up, and forced to do labor while being kept mildly drugged into subservience. There's probably a larger number of folklore that fits the movie zombie better than the real zombie, but, hey, that's the one the public will remember.
... above all else, more than anything in this terrible world, myself. Damn skippy, peanut butter. I suck ass hard. I'm horribly atrocious to behold, with my gaunt frame that has bones jutting from all the corners yet still manages to have flabby flesh hanging off the middles. Couple that with a head that takes up one-third of my body weight (it's huuuge), made to look even bigger by the fact that its weekly shaved bald. You know what else the bald shaving really messes up? My moreso atrocious face. Nothing covers it, and it just sticks out even more. Plus, my already bushy eyebrows are made the longest hairs on my head. They really needed more pronounced, for sure. Then, there's my personality. I don't even know how to describe it, but let's start with "wet dog" and "nails across a chalk board". I'm not pleasant. I spend most all my time bitching at people for doing stupid things, as this list demonstrates, whether or not it is their fault. See? I'm still being an ass! I can't turn it off.
