What I HATE

It seems that hate is in the news a lot this week. 

People hate racists. People hate statues. People hate the President. People hate people who hate the President. People hate people who don't hate the President. People hate people who don't publically declare their hatred for racists on social media (if you're relying on social media exclusively to show you what sort of character your friends possess you might not know them as well as you should). 

So I thought I'd chime in and share with all of my readers (both of them) what I hate.

Here we go:

I hate when I gather up laundry and take the hand towels out of the bathrooms. Not once in my life have I ever remembered to put a clean towel in its place. I end up standing at the sink with freshly washed but dripping wet hands.

I hate that my phone rings only when I've just sat down to eat. 

I hate the ads in front of YouTube videos. 

I hate that I've never made a shopping list and remembered to bring it to the store with me.

I hate that that biggest reason I have for going to the store will be represented by the one item that I forgot to buy.

I hate that our dog can sleep through a dream that causes her to bark, especially since it nearly gives me heart failure at 230am. 

I hate that the people most likely to text during a movie always decide to sit in front of me. 

I hate that whenever I confess to my wife that I can't find something she can locate it in 8 seconds. 

I hate that so many people in our country care more about statues coming down than they do about children living without enough food, clothes, or shelter.

I hate that the less likely a news item is to be true the more it's shared, retweeted, retold, and referenced as fact. 

I hate remembering trash day after I've already left the house.

I hate paying for cable and then spending the entire night watching reruns of stuff I own on DVD. 

I hate that my grandmother died before I gave my life to Christ.

I hate papercuts.

I hate trying to figure out how to load the dishwasher, since my wife has explained it to me 14,000 times, and I've done it wrong 14,000 times. 

I hate that we more easily interact with the world through a filter of what we hate instead of what we love.

I hate reality tv.

I hate big hairy spiders. I hate the little ones too.

I hate trying put furniture together with those silly directions they give you. 

I hate calling any customer service hotline.