Straws. Really. I go to a restaurant and have a soft drink (I don’t really do beer and such) and they always bring me straws. I take it out and leave it next to my plate on the table. Refill? New straw. Place on pile. Eventually a great heap of straws will be next to me. Only once has a waitress tipped to this.
Dropping things. I get, for no known reason, utterly irrationally mad at myself and the world if I drop something. I mean cussing and throwing things furious. And I have NO idea why.
I hate wrapping gifts. I love giving gifts, but it was for people like me that the gift bag was invented.
Ditto on the phone calling thing, particularly to make appointments. Right now, my hair is way too shaggy and my tetth need a cleaning and I’d love to get my eyebrows waxed, but I haven’t made any of the phone calls.
Ditto to the calling people. No matter what the reason or person (doctor, dentist, friend, parent, exc) I hate doing it. I put off having a dentist appointment for almost 2 months, until my mother forced me to call. I love going out with friends, and if I see them in person or online then I will talk to them incessantly, but I refuse to call. I love the invention of the text message.
Also ditto to the stickers. I cannot stand having stickers on things, period. When I bought my car there were stickers from the last person who had it. I drove it home and scraped off every last one, except for the necessary windshield ones and the car alarm one. Even then I hate looking at the stickers that are left, they drive me insane. While opening presents for christmas, after every book I had to peel off each sticker. Goo Be Gone is one of my absolute favorite products ever created.
I hate getting out of bed in the morning to go to work.
Yeah, I know what you’re all thinking. “Ha, you and the rest of the world, chum!” But the thing is, I don’t seem to have a problem getting up early. On weekends, I usually get up at the same time as I do on weekdays – sometimes even earlier. But when I know I have to get up, I always need to sleep in for a few more minutes.
I hate brushing my teeth. I dislike the yucky wake up mouth taste, and I like the minty freshness that comes at the end. But the act of brushing my teeth, I just hate it. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t taste bad, but I just don’t like it.
I’ve got a similar feeling about showering. I don’t mind taking a shower once I’m in there, and I like being clean. But I have to kick myself to get in the shower. After I’ve brushed my teeth I look at the shower… and I begin to hate. But I turn on the water and jump in. It’s my good deed for the day, at least for the people I sit next to.
It’s been mentioned already, but DVD menus with any sort of unskippable animation. It may have been neat when DVDs were new, but they aren’t anymore. Wanna have subtitles? Here, have some random lights dazzle you. Hmm, now you want to pick a scene? Have fun watching a flashy animation getting to the main menu and then another to the scene selection. Boo!
D…U…S…T…I…N…G!!!
I hate unloading the dishwasher. I know it only takes three minutes (I’ve timed it), but I can’t stand doing it. Fortunately, since I usually cook, my husband gets cleaning duty and usually loads and unloads.
I also get irrationally upset when my car breaks down. This happened to me Wednesday night in the middle of a major highway. I don’t cry or scream or anything, but I can’t stop thinking about it while it’s at the shop. It’s not because I don’t have a car - I kind of like not having a car. Besides, I can borrow my husband’s. And I don’t care if people bother my car - it’s just having it fixed, even when it’s under warranty.
In addition, I can’t stand talking on the phone when I’m at home in the evenings. That’s my down time, the time I get to spend with my husband, even if we’re just sitting together reading. Having anything cut into that peace bugs the crap out of me, even if it’s a family member or friend. But I don’t mind hanging out with people in person. I think it has something to do with having an object plastered to the side of my head.
It is insane hom much I hate doing laundry. I always have a load of clother dried in the dryer and at least 2 baskets of clean clothes thrown in a basket. I often have a load of wet clothes in the washer. If I lived in a bigger city, I would SO pay for drop-off laundry service.
Gettingmy hair cut. It is always annoying, but I don’t know why.
I hate the whole process of eating. Don’t get me wrong, I eat, but I hate having to prepare the ingredients, cooking, then washing the dishes. And sometimes you’re just so tired you can’t muster the energy to eat after a looooong day on campus. If a yummy and cooked plate of something could just magically appear when I’m hungry and then the dirty plate would disappear when I’m done, that would be perfect. But eating is just a hassle to me.
I thank god that I discovered the Coffee House. Relatively cheap pasta on recyclable plates and plastic silverware. I don’t know how I existed before them.
Me too! Sometimes it’ll be 2 or 3 p.m. before I eat anything, and it might be just a piece of toast or some chips, and it’s only because I’m conscious that body needs food.
If I could nourish myself with an I.V. or by swallowing some pills, I’d do it.
I hate shopping for clothes. Pick them out, try them on, pick them out, try them on. In my next life, I want to be a man where I can just pick up a 34 x 32 pair of pants and know they’ll fit.
Filling ice cube trays . . . and I love ice with my soda. It got to the point where my SO was about to leave me over this so I made a New Year’s Resolution two years ago and since then haven’t left an empty of semi-filled ice tray in the freezer. Doesn’t mean I still don’t despise doing it :mad:
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Okay…this may sound weird, but I hate pooping. I hate the act of going to the bathroom and sitting down and having icky poop coming out of my ass because I like my ass clean. I have OCD about wiping my ass. I probably fill up the toilet 4 or 5 times with wads of toilet paper until I know my ass is clean. I wipe until I see blood. I actually relax my ass so it opens up a little so I can clean a little on the inside too. I use about half a roll of toilet paper each time I shit.
My sentiments exactly.
I know what you mean. It seems to help if I close my eyes. Then I can concentrate on how good it feels, instead of how nasty it looks.
Paper Doll, two words…baby wipes! Your butt will thank you. Well, not like with words or anything, it’s just a figure of speech, but you know what I mean.
When I first saw this thread I thought, “The phone. I could post about how much I hate the phone…nah, that’s too weird. It must be too weird; most people seem to love the phone. People love the phone so much they get cell phones so they never have to be off the phone.”
Then I read the thread. It is so good to know I have so much company! 
And I really DO hate the phone. I’ve been known to give it the finger or yell “Piss off!” when it rings. One reason is that during my 12 years as a lab worker one of my duties was answering the phone, and taking messages for people who weren’t in and rarely told me when they might be back.
I dislike noise, especially sudden loud noises (I startle easily) and repetitive annoying noise (dripping faucets, barking dogs). I REALLY hate having to listen to other people’s stereos. People with loud stereos always seem to have crappy taste in music.
I don’t like cooking. I’ll do it, but I shy away from any recipe with more than about six ingredients.
I’m another phone-hater. I even hate the ringing. My phone’s regular ring actually made me raise my hackles every time it rang and I didn’t even know I had any hackles before I got that phone. It (the phone, not the hackles) came with a few different ring-tones so I finally picked the least offensive one, a chirpy-bird sound. I still hate all things phone related but it’s a little better now.