Tuesday, August 08, 2006
(1:04 AM) | Anonymous:
Tuesday Hatred: I'm indecisive about this part
I hate my indecisiveness. My indecisiveness seems to take an especially severe form in my person that I have yet to see manifest so strongly in any one else. I hate how much time I waste consulting, contemplating, or worrying about a decision. I have trouble making decisions about simply everything: what job to take, where to live, whether or not a given relationship is worthwhile, where to eat dinner, what colour sheets to buy, what program to watch, what classes to take, whether or not I should get a dog, if I should rewrite my card to make my handwriting neater. Every little thing. Perhaps this is all a relic of my anxiety days of yore, which would be very appropriate, since I hated that, too.
I hate getting scared in the places I live due to noises or my own forgetfulness (i.e.- leaving the house thinking that I closed my closet door only to have it be open when I get home and thusly thinking that someone has been in my room). I hate that while irrational fears of burglars and other criminals has been a staple of my life since childhood, my anxiety about such things has seemed to intensify greatly since I saw The Da Vinci Code. I can’t fully explain this correlation, but I will say that I hate how creepy Paul Bettany was in that movie.
I hate how much garbage there is on television. While Senor Kotsko is correct and many wonderful programs are on these days, the overwhelming percentage (98 percent perhaps) is awful. I hate “witty banter” between hosts on entertainment “news” shows, I hate the stupidity of the contestants on Hell’s Kitchen, and I hate almost all the programming on Univision.
Additionally, I have an especially high level of hate for the following things as of late: people who do not move to the back of the bus, overwhelmingly peanuty panang curry, Brandy (the singer, not the beverage), the Miss USA pageant, fake gardenias, the smell of charred food, sinks without garbage disposals, Comcast, automated messages on phones, fast foods, mayonnaise, the irony of employment in the nonprofit sector being competitive, liars, driving, disrespect, unreliable computers, horror films, the cheap scissors included in sewing kits, my inability to sew, and lastly, Elisabeth Hasselbeck.
