…am 35 and have never had a hangover. And no, it’s not because I don’t drink. I just…don’t get hangovers.
Now you… don’t hate you because…?
Dont hate me because I’m beautiful.
Sorry, couldn’t resist. Really though, dont hate me because I’m 23 and Caucasian and yet almost perfectly fluent in Japanese. Also, Japanese is not rocket science, so please dont hate me because you think I’m some kind of mega-genius.
Maybe your whole freakin’ life is a hangover and you just don’t know it. Ever think of that? Huh?
Man I feel GREAT! I just wish I could explain it to you.
… I have no debt except for a small mortgage, and could pay it off right now and still have some savings left.
I’m very thankful for being in this position.
Don’t hate me because…
I’m lucky. Yes, I do seem to find a lot of cash on the ground. I am frequently just at the right place at the right time. I have a plethora of experience with getting lucky. Someday I’m bound to win the lottery- big time. I am just lucky, and you’re not.
Please, don’t hate - or fear - me because I’m a physics student. Here’s how it usually goes down:
Me: “I’m a graduate student.”
Random Person: “Oh, what do you study?”
Me: “Physics.”
RP: “Whhoooaaaa. Duuuuude. We’re not worthy!”
Because apparently studying physics means I’m somehow higher than mere mortals. I’m repeatedly told how the other person was never good at physics, didn’t like it in high school, whatever. I promise I fall down when putting my pants on just like the rest of you.
Don’t hate me because I hate you for never having a hangover. Here, let me make it up to you by pouring another shot of tequila.
Hey, speak for yourself 
Maybe we hate you because you pretend to be a big klutz but you’re actually not!
It’s not hate…it’s worship. Yes, your ring deserves kissing (as does the hem of your robe). They don’t hate you…they just don’t know how to engage you in meaningful conversation about what you do.
I have three family members who are on the same level of brainiosity as you. We talk about mere mortal shit and I always wish I could engage on their level.
Don’t hate me because we don’t fight about money. I don’t know if it’s because we’re practically equal contributors, financially or if it’s because I was a willing student in Mr. K’s School of Fiscal Responsibility, but we’ve come to a point where we are absolutely on the same wavelength regarding money. We have an agreement on what is Pissaway Money and what the End Goal is and it’s never the source of an argument.
…don’t get stressed. It just doesn’t seem to happen. I recognize problems that my family and I have and work towards solving them, but even when it was at it’s worst (and that was pretty damn bad) it never kept me up at night.
I love winter!
snowed in, blizzarded out… its 
I both never get hangovers and love winter. I am looking forward to St. Patrick’s Day with great anticipation.
Okay, I sort of get hangovers. But I’ve never vomited from drinking and the symptoms seem to limit themselves to a slight headache, probably caused by dehydration.
Allow me to redress the balance by pointing out that you are a big geek who probably couldn’t get to third base with a girl if she was the one to ask you out. Think you’re such a brain? Then let’s see you calculate the surface area of my left nut!
As for me, don’t hate me for this post. 
Winter is my favorite time of year. I LOVE it. Summer is BY FAAAAR my least favorite.
I have barfed from drinking before (especially if I drink on an empty stomach) but I’ve never felt anything but normal the next morning when I wake up.
. . . can do shit you couldn’t even expect from a single guy. . . I can frame, I can sheetrock and paint, I can do plumbing and electrical, I can work your concrete, I can run ductwork for your HVAC, I can even start your masonry on your brick garage. . .
I’ve got the tools, and I’ve got the gumption. Don’t hate me because I’m one handy son-of-a-bitch.
Tripler
What can I say . . .
Don’t hate me because I am retired, and I’m only 60, and I can do whatever I want all day long and get up with no alarm clock and … if I weren’t me, I would hate me!
Don’t hate me because…
I have an intriguing wit
I don’t have to do anything to my hair in the morning to get it to look okay
I spot that wee bit of lint you missed and have already picked it off before you noticed
I hate you.