One lazy evening some friends and I were sitting around our house trying to think of something to do. One friend suggested that we play “Two Truths and a Lie”, which is a pretty self explanatory game that we play with the elementary aged students we were teaching at the time. So my sorority girlfriend started off by saying something (in an extremely girlish tone, might I add) to the extent of “I love flowers, I love cottage cheese and I love kittens”. It was obvious which one was the lie, so I immediately retorted in a bellowing voice, “I HATE socks, I HATE candy, I HATE mice”. Everyone in the room found my passionate hatred humorous. I suggested that they name things that they disliked and thus began the practice of listing things that rub us the wrong way, whenever we think of them. It’s actually a really good way of bonding with people. I call it the hate game. Ironically (is that irony? I can never remember), optimists hate this game.
Oftentimes when asked what my annoyances are I have a hard time coming up with them on the spot. So, today in the grocery store when I thought of something that I hate I decided that I would henceforth keep a list for personal reference. Maybe you can feel me on some of these things. Here are some things that I hate:
- When I bring reusable bags to the grocery store and the cashier is so quick that s/he has already loaded all of my groceries into plastic bags.
- When people call me honey or sweetie in a condescending manner.
- When people make me take my shoes off in their house.
- When I’m told to smile and I’m not standing in front of a camera.
- When I’m interrupted (as a woman of few words, this really bothers me).
- When people pronounce mischievous as mischevIous. This never used to faze me until my mom made a huge deal out of it. Now I have to bite my tongue whenever I hear people mispronounce it, which is more often than not.
