Hate is a strong word.

I hate a lot of little things. And big things. For instance.

When people exaggerate. And over react to a situation.  And blow things out of proportion by a mile. I mean. Why can't you take something for what it is? As s1 said the other day. Call a spade a freakin spade for goodness sake. No its not a fork. Nor is it a supersonic giant excavator that digs up gold from underneath the earth. It is a spade. And that is all.

I hate it when people impose their twisted opinions on other people.

I hate self righteous people. Myself being an exception. Understandably.

I hate it when people are extremely nice to me for no reason and then assume that I owe them something.

I hate not having a place to myself anymore. Not being able to spend any Me time. I hate being around people ALL the time.

I hate it when cats block my way.

I hate it when someone asks me to do something and then edits what I've done which makes it not mine and that pisses me off.

I hate watching people struggling to keep their eyes open for things that are not worth staying awake for. I hate it when people are half asleep but they keep denying it for no reason.

I hate it when people lie to themselves and to me.

I hate it when I'm trying to unplug the shower by poking a needle in all it's tiny holes and having a string of water seep down into my sleeve while doing so.

I hate dreaming of insects.

I hate people talking to me when I'm busy and clearly not listening to what they're saying.

I hate it that Sherlock episodes don't come out often enough.

I hate going for a viva unprepared.

I hate it when it rains outside and I sit inside doing nothing.

I hate the night before a test. It makes me hate everything.