400 Words on….What I Don’t Like So Much….

Lest you guys think I’ve gone all Oprah on your asses….you know with all the positivity around here lately, I wanted to flip the 400 words from last week.

I want to take a look at 400 words about things I don’t like.  We don’t use the word ‘hate’ in our household…although I will say – since Will can’t read – that I hated the hours between 6:30 and 8:30 this morning.  They left me in the mood that has more than likely resulted in this post.  BUT – I do think it’s good to look at 400 words on things you don’t like because you can see what are actually first world problems; areas where you can actually make changes OR things that you don’t like that are actually totally out of your control.  I should add before you read my list…that is was remarkably WAY easier to write about what I loved.  I’m taking that as a really good sign!

I don’t like being told to relax. Being told by my son that I’m wrong.  I don’t like people who talk at movies – even during the previews.  I’m not a fan of spiders, snakes or people who don’t reply to invitations.  I don’t like my hair when it’s brown, fingernails when they’re long or the scar from my foot surgery.

I don’t like being alone, at night, with Will when he’s sick. I don’t like the build up to Christmas or any of the Hallmark holidays. I don’t like mint when it’s hidden in food so you’re taken by surprise. I don’t like excessive snot, or runny poop, or regurgitated food or any of the other bodily fluids that escape from my child on an all too familiar basis.  I don’t like spin class.

I’m not a fan of people who give themselves their own nicknames, speak in the first person or proclaim themselves to be hip.  I don’t like finding chicken bones in my burritos.  I loathe dropping my contact case into the toilet which I manage to do frequently.

I don’t like dishonesty, freezing rain or trying on bathing suits in winter.  I get really pissed when my newspaper is late.  I don’t like people making an illegal turn at the Jarvis Street onramp to the Gardiner and screwing it up for those of us waiting legally (how is THAT for specific??). 

I don’t like seeing my friends or family in pain – losing loved ones; suffering through infertility; raising children with special needs.  I don’t like having my heart broken; relinquishing control or listening to music with no guitar in it.

I don’t like chardonnay or light beer. I’m not a fan of people who are rude to waiters; children who are rude to their parents or people who foot fault. I don’t like expired passports or expired milk when you’re not expecting it. I have a serious issue with chewing gum especially when chewed and left on a plate and with getting the middle seat.

I don’t like being disappointed. I don’t like autism. I don’t like when people are late.  I don’t like not having my mother here.  Or that tampons and daycare – necessities – are expensive.   I don’t like when my son cries (for legitimate reasons) or when people call him Willy.

I hate the energy it consumes to be grumpy.  But I am.  Today.

That’s 400.  I’m spent.  You?