Five Star Hate

1. Hipsters. They really just bother me to the core, for reasons too numerous to list.

2. When someone takes a bite out of something for the first time and proceeds to rant about how disgusting it is then tells you to try it...ie...."Ugh!!!! Eww! This is rancid! Here- try it!" Ummm....no.

3. When fast food chains put some really good shit on the menu for a "limited time." You fall in love with it, then is disappears into nothingness forever and ever.

4. White people that use urban vernacular seriously

5. 5 star dining. I don't want fois gras with butternut squash confit with truffle sauce. I want food that I can readily identify that costs 1/10 of the price.

Perthian hate

Today's rant comes all the way from Perth, Australia.

1. When people with less ability, experience and intelligence than you succeed at a task you have not yet attempted because you've been too damn scared to try and now feel stupid because some moron has achieved success in that endeavour first.
2. Idiots who lack the ability to understand that speaking at 100 decibels or more into their ridiculous mobile phones in a public place is not going to get their point across any better, it's simply going to piss off those unfortunate people around them who have to listen to their drivel - hey losers, we don't know you and we certainly don't care or need to know about your pathetic life.
3. People that deem it unnecessary to demonstrate basic manners to their fellow human beings - newsflash to all you rude, insufferably inconsiderate and self-absorbed people: manners cost nothing and help us all get along much better, so do the world a favour and include simple words like 'thanks', 'please' and 'excuse me' in your obviously severely limited vocabulary, if that's not too much trouble.
4. Having to repeat basic instructions / advice / comments more than once as it is extremely irritating to have to repeat something to a person clearly not possessed of either the cognitive capability or attention span to get it the first fucking time.
5. This is the big one - people who cannot drive!!! I wish I had a dollar (or even 50 cents!) for each time I encountered either a scarily inept or dangerously oblivious driver on the road who either cut me off, randomly turned or changed lanes without signalling (just quietly, I'm not psychic and can't guess what you're going to do next - kindly help the rest of us out by using your fucking indicator) or decided it would be a fantastic idea to tailgate me in the hope that I'll break the speed limit to satisfy their urge to get to their destination half a minute faster. I would be one rich son of a gun if that were the case.

Late hate

1. I hate it when people don't look you in the eye when they are talking to you (or when you are talking to them). It seems they are looking for something else more interesting than you to talk/ listen to. If they are not interested, I would rather them say "Excuse me, I really need to go talk to this guy, or go use the bathroom, whatever" than to have your self-esteem plummet.

2. I REALLY hate it when it's your significant other pretending to listen to you.

3. I REALLY hate it when I can't tell my significant other that I DON'T like that. B/c then I'll start crying. Then I can't finish what I set out to say. I hate to cry in front of others when it's personal (I'll cry at a movie or email or whatever, but when it's personal, forget it, hate it). He asks me in front of the kids: You don't look happy, what's the matter? It's all I can do to say "nothing" and bang some dishes around until I go to the bathroom and cry.

4. I hate it when he pretends not to know what I'm saying (I am really horrible at verbal communication). And I know he knows what I'm saying, or what I want to say. Because, hell, if my sis-in-law, who I've known really well for 5 years can know what I'm saying, HE of all people should know what I'm saying or want to say, b/c we've been together for 25 years??? (Does this make sense, b/c it would sure make sense to my sisin law)!!
Is this a guy thing?? B/c I sure was hoping it was getting better, but it has detierioated (sp) since we got married (and esp. since we had kids).

5. I went to judge a Debate Forum this weekend. It was truly, wonderfully fabulous. Did anyone ask how it went when I got home? (crickets chirping).
Oh, wait, hubby asked (with eyes rivited on computer) "how'd debate thingee go? (I said ok, noticing he was otherwise occupied).
They only asked "What's for lunch?" "What are we doing today?".
I think this has been going on with me and others, for a long time. It's my own fault, too. It's time to change. I need to stomp my feet up and down. Get noticed. Have a hissy-f*cking-fit?? Whadyathink?

Ooops --- there's no hate thingee for number 5-- umm--how about "I hate it when there's no more beer in the fridge??"