The things I hate the most

I am a very loving guy, and most people would agree that it’s really hard to make me angry or mad. That being said, I was over at Meg Fowler’s blog, and with my newfound freedom, I proceeded to take the time to actually reflect on the things I hate. All my friends know that I hate cheese and Chinese food, but … did you know I also hate this rainy weather?

So, without further ado, here is a list of the things I hate. You may find some surprises, you may share the same hate for some things, or you may actually love the things I hate. Everything is fair in love and war! By the way, the list has expanded from what I commented on Meg’s post …

The original list of the things I hate…

Cheese
Chinese food
Celery
Rainy days
Pushy panhandlers
Idiotic people
Bureaucracy and red-tape
People who aren’t flexible
People who only follow rules
Stubbornness without respect
Improper attribution of ideas
Drivers in Vancouver (generally speaking)
Politician’s lies
People who talk out of their … pretending they know something they don’t
My upstairs neighbours
… and their kid
… and his tantrums
… and their callousness and lack of respect for my and my next-door-neighbour’s sleeping patterns
Telemarketers
Arriving late
Having lost my cell phone
Sleep deprivation
When someone stands me up
When someone changes pre-existing plans without consulting with me first (and those are our plans)
Not being able to blog when I want to
Not having good ideas to blog about
Self-pompous people who think they’re all that and a bag of chips

And more recently (e.g. within the past few hours) I remembered other things I hate…

Living in a different country than my parents and my brothers
Forgetting friends’ birthdays
Double-booking myself
… and triple-booking
… and booking myself multiple times
… because I don’t have a Palm Pilot to keep my Google Calendar organized
Missing wonderful Christmas and New Years parties because I spent mine 6,000 miles away from my dear Vancouver friends
Not being fully fluent in French (even though I’m fairly conversant)
The smell of cigarettes
… and second-hand smoke
Having some people take me for granted
Dry martinis (I know – shocker! I should get my bartender license revoked)
Not being able to leave trackbacks in WordPress-powered blogs because I am still with Blogger.
Running for a bus only to have it leave me behind for a fraction of a second
Buses filled with drunken kids who tend to grab my derrière
Losing a block on the net because I was too distracted looking at how cute the power hitter was (despite the fact that I did indeed have a good position to block the spike!)
Missing serves (both in tennis and volleyball). My serve used to be my best weapon.