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Haters gonna hate

Hello, my name is Taylor, and I have an undeniable, chronic problem with intolerance.

I’m not ashamed to admit it, and in fact, it makes for great dinner table conversation. I’ve slowly added to my laundry list of annoyances over the years—a collection I’ve grown quite fond of.

It doesn’t take much to really push my buttons. I suppose my problem began as a child when even then everything had to be just so and in its proper place—in my terms, anyway.

Among the list of my annoyances, I’ve always been a fiend of anything sticky. Tape, glue, popsicle residue—you name it. And the worst? The extra tacky floors at the movie theaters. It makes me nauseous every time.

Speaking of movie theaters, one of the most infuriating experiences of going to see movies is the uneccesary jibber-jabber from two rows behind me. I swear there’s two middle-aged women that follow me to every film I see, expressing their own verbal footnotes about Hugh Jackman’s fantastic abs that I DON’T CARE TO HEAR. I’ve paid good money to watch the film without the commentary, thank you very much.

What’s another thing I hate? Wife-beaters. You know, those clingy, sleeveless shirts guys wear? Nasty.

Don’t even get me started on slow people. No, I don’t mean slow in the head—physically sluggish and unhurried folks. Let me tell you, I’ve gotten to exercise this hate plenty of times while attending Tyler Junior College. Why must the slowest individuals trudge right in the middle of the walkway, swag and all? Some days, I wish I had a lawn mower…

What else bothers me? People who don’t care about their education. While not everyone is cut out for college, we are ALL given the same opportunity. Take it and use it. Dropping out or just not going are no excuses to live off my hard-earned income in the future.

However, the pest that bothers me the most is for sure fake people. I’ve encountered them all my life, and I can spot one a mile away. Unfortunately, many of my friends, I realized, turned out that way, and I fled the other direction. Their insincerity, pettiness and painted-on smile are the bane of my existence.

There are many other points I could elaborate on, but I’m afraid I would have absolutely no friends afterwards.

Looking back, the fact that we add things we hate as we discover them throughout life in a way allows us to explore ourselves. It gives deeper insight into what makes us tick and highlights everything else we love. In that respect, I value my list.

The first step to recovery is acknowledging that one has a problem, but in my case, I see no reason stop the hatin’ now. I’m on a roll.

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