Monday, August 17, 2015

What I hate

I haven't blogged for a long time. I make New Year's resolutions to blog for a minimum of 3x a week and that scenario never occurs.

Right now, it is unbearably hot and humid in NJ. This afternoon, my car's thermometer showed the outside temperature as being 100 degrees. It's so hot that I wore a bathing suit coverup (strapless, short cotton "dress") as pajamas last night. This morning, when I took the trash out, I donned that same coverup and probably looked like I was only wearing a bath towel. Don't care.

This hot weather puts me into a mood where, like the cats, I just want to lie on the cold, hardwood floor and fall asleep. On a day like today, I feel that it is perfect to get back into blogging with a "what I hate" post. I feel like I have done the "what I hate" posts before in order to re-surge my writing.

Without further delay, here's what I hate:

1. When people tag themselves at places like the chiropractor or dermatologist. Really, do I need to know that you're getting your spine re-aligned or that you are having a full body mole check? Actually, tagging in general pisses me off. It seems to solely exist so people can be like, "Look at me! Look at me!" (which could basically be stated as the purpose for all social media).

2. Nickelback. Their songs are either cheesy ("If Today Was Your Last Day") or attempts at sex-inducing anthems ("Animals," "S.E.X.," "Something In Your Mouth"). No matter what the hell Chad Kroeger does to his hair he is not sexy and that band's songs are pathetic. The same people who like Nickelback seem to also enjoy Halestorm and Puddle of Mudd. I hate those bands too.

3. When people post photos of their manicures....

4. When people are assholes and/or do not academically motivate themselves but can somehow get a decent job because of family connections. I think of former students who were dreadful (both in terms of academics and human decency). If Mommy or Daddy owned a business, those kids had it made in terms of future jobs. That pisses me off.

5. McMansions. Fucking tacky. Yes, I wish I had as much money as some of those homeowners have, but no, I would not want to own a McMansion. I secretly hope that people in homes like those end up foreclosing and moving into (gasp) three bedroom ranches. For the record, I live in a three bedroom ranch. It's all the space I need.

6. The pronunciation error of "li-berry."

7. When people use tons of exclamation points in online posts.

8. People who own shore houses. I currently own about 3% of my house. I can't imagine owning a "regular" house and a shore house. #8 is not really something I hate; it's something of which I am jealous.