It is easy to notice in a gathering, especially in a big family of which I came from, how interesting to see certain personalities connect or are drawn to each other creating many conversations into 2 or 3 people groups among the main 30 people gathering.
I like watching this every time at who is comfortable with who, but in a double date or small dinner party of 6 or 8, I HATE the sudden "Out Talking".....My husband and I both agree it's super annoying when the group is no longer sharing in the same topic or discussion or story. People who don't like to listen are the instigators of OUT talking the others at the very same time.
It's annoying when 2 or more people are talking at the same time in a small group, I want to hear everything everyone has to say but it becomes a race of who will be heard first or what I notice is these people have NO respect for anyone else in the room.
I hate this behavior so much and it is VERY common in my own family home like with my own siblings, how often we getting caught up in our own stories without waiting for the other person to finish their story first. I am mindful of this now in my 30's but when I was a kid I spoke out just as bulldozing as they do now. I told my husband one night rather worn out trying to keep track of all the conversations happening at once, "I want hear it all and know who they ARE but it's almost to crazy in loudness and domination that I can't remember anything said in the end?!?" When a married couple does this I have noticed it becomes a "Contest" to capture the audience away from each other, as exciting as it is to have company or discussions I would never want to miss hearing everything or connecting to those I have brought into my home. When the Out Talking burst into a battle or simply chaos I sit back in hopes to not feel dizzy or lost in all my listening I will catch the look my husband gives me of "It's time to go...." I will chuckle and causally remove myself from the social situation gone bad. Then I will hear from my husband how people have forgotten to listen or to just be! I will giggle thinking to myself that even though I hate it so much all these people trying to out talk each other, I am even more grateful when double dating in perfect balance of all four people listening and sharing, waiting for each person to finish speaking then engaging all together in such a classy dinner warms my heart! Not all of us want to win over the topic, not all of us care to be heard and when you discover the delights in sharing a conversation it is so hard to ever go back into "Out talking"!
This year has been so delightful in having my Aunt Kim come to visit and use my guest room for a fun full weekend in hanging out!
She came to Idaho from Vegas about a year ago and we were instant friends! I couldn't of gone away for 2 weeks last summer from my home full of cats and gardens without her wise, calm ways in house-sitting. When I think of how wonderful ALL my aunts are I am even more impressed that Aunt Kim is more like a step-Aunt to my husband so maybe not even related to me at all if I follow the family line rules I guess, I have always referred to her as Aunt Kim whenever someone asked whose is taking care of the pets when we are away. She was my Dirty Dash partner where we walked and talked with each other in the trails of a muddy marathon. The evenings around the fire pit or catching up at the happy hour pub makes having such a good friend like Aunt Kim in our lives so delightful! Reminding me how much I hate goodbyes as she is moving back to Vegas.....I have never been good at goodbyes I dislike them maybe even hate them if I really think about it enough.
I will always refuse to simply say "Goodbye" without another idea to follow up like "We will come visit you as soon as we can!" That way I can handle the sudden changes without such heavy emotions every time, My Aunt Kim has new adventures ahead and many times I try to focus on this fact as well.
When you are the one moving away everything is exciting and thrilling but when you are the one staying in place then the goodbye feels harder to face.....I am left to hate goodbyes, how about changing the word to "See ya later", "Stay in touch" and "Don't stay gone for long"?
I hate going out to visit with someone at a pub or cafe in excitement to hear a local band only to be blasted out at the small place with huge speakers! I am old enough now to not hang around in the uncomfortable focus of only hearing the music blaring while small talk is shouting out awkwardly and the resolve to sit back and look calm and cool when the music is NOT.
I hate that lack of visiting and enjoying the time being out just because the volume is set WAY to high for these small venues. Doesn't anyone think to ask "Isn't this WAY to loud??? I can't hear the words very clearly and it's just a Willie Nelson cover song???" Thank goodness for being outside, going out to meet someone is often a risk in the loudness of the local musician or band. Outside venues are my favorite because they can blare away without drowning out a simple "Hello!"Greeting. Yet inside during the winter weekends these speakers blast out so loudly the walls vibrate and my throat leaves feeling hoarse from asking "HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?" They look blankly leaning in nose to nose "WHAT?!?"I repeat my simple greeting and after a few more times the nodding and facial expressions leave us sitting back done for the night in socializing as the local band or singer dominates all the open air of the place. I hate this kind of setup so much that I often leave within the hour grateful to the simple peacefulness of my car again. I wonder "Why in the world do the speakers in these events have to be taller then me?!?!" I have no need to stay there trying to look COOL in the headache volume, my hearing is very sharp but if I hung out at these kind of places then in just a few short months I will have ruined my inner ears! I hate how louder the bands are the more they feel good at playing music, when clearly the talent is in getting everyone to relax around you as the music takes them someplace in their mind. Instead I find myself seeking to escape as their speakers screech and I motion to my friend I have to go now.....or maybe they could just turn it all down a bit before the windows crack!
It's easy to hate laundry, because it gets stinky sitting all dirty on the floor everywhere! If I didn't walk around behind my husband every morning then the WHOLE house would be full of piles of dirty clothes in random corners and chairs! I guess it's hard work to actually go find the laundry hamper! HA!
I LOVE clean clothes all hanging up and ready to be worn in the new week ahead so as much as I hate laundry I don't waste ANY time getting it done!
I have a even BIGGER issue with laundry, I deeply HATE reaching into pockets before tossing the article into the wash machine. This dislike or maybe even a fear....comes from growing up do laundry for my family on the farm, those pockets often had dirt, thorns or bugs in them as I would reach in I was usually startled or grossed out so then I developed a technique of turning the pocket inside out without having to ever put my hand into the unknown!
YEARS of doing laundry this way now, I still will NOT reach into my husband's pant pockets so because he leaves everything in them and tosses the pants on the floor ANY where in the house I have washed his keys, his wallet, his cigars, his note papers, his gum, his mints, his chap stick and most commonly his loose change. I have explain my hatred for having to empty pockets a LONG time ago, warning him that if any of these things are important he should first empty his own pants on the desk I made for these things. I like coming across freshly washed dollar bills I consider it a tip for having done all the laundry then I take his loose cash to go buy a coffee and sit back in the coffee shop happy to get the job I hate the most all done!
Laundry NEVER ends, not like washing windows or pulling weeds...those things take a long time to get messy again but laundry when it is ALL done and put away has till that every night when our clothes being worn are now dirty! CRAZY! I hate laundry, but I LOVE wearing clothes so it is the yen and yang of simply living and enjoying life I guess!
I HATE the popular animated show called "Family Guy". Enough said.
It was a big group of new year law school students, they all sat around the tables visiting and drinking. My husband was laughing and telling jokes just as someone stated "You know what show is hilarious? FAMILY GUY!" The place erupted into cheering as I didn't move nor was I smiling any more at all. I totally get how important it is to be charming and wise in such a powerful social moment as this, but I can not fake it, I have NEVER been able to fake it. I hate "family guy" so much that I can't even pretend to like something small about it! Like with "South Park" I can find something even a tiny thing like what Butters would say in the show. NOT with "Family Guy" I can not find a single thing that allows me to say "Oh yes how funny...." in my fake stiff smile. I've got NOTHING to grasp with this stupid sickly done sitcom!
This group was let loose in recapping "Family Guy" while my husband was laughing more at the fact I wasn't engaging in their topic anymore, in fact I was ready to be home by this time suddenly. I have never known a TV show that I actually hated like this one!.....
I can simply feel my brain cells falling out of my head when "Family Guy" comes on, my husband declares to my stone cold attitude "Hey Debby, we really should give "Family guy" another try...I mean look at all these young people... EVERYONE here loves "Family Guy" we are out of the loop!"
I sighed as if it was late at night as my social desires had come to an end for the day. I was simply DONE because of all the "family Guy" lines flooding the table.
I gave my husband a nod not saying anything in public as everyone rolled on the floor laughing, I simply casually walked out of the pub. I was grateful to NOT be apart of those conversations anymore for there is something ever so creepy in chatting about a show that has a baby actting and sounding like a pervy old man. It's the main reason I simply can't pretend to like the show for even a second! AND I don't care if people disagree with me or if they like this show! Joke and laugh away all you big fans of such a thing I am fine with all our differences and I find evening fresh air with a buzz on to be more delightful then watching "Family Guy" In fact I find ANYTHING else to be better then that show! god, now I am reminded how much I hate that show!
I know for myself what I hate and why, this just makes me shrug and move on! god, I hate that show!
It was a hard decision, it was hell! It was a struggle and a very cold cold place inside my soul! The 3 days I went without coffee! Thinking to myself I need to cut back or do away with it all together for a better healthy choice in living longer....THEN I got COLD. (and who really knows if coffee makes ya gain weight at least that is what I say)
Anyone who really knows me also knows that I HATE being cold!
I hate being cold more then being sweaty, dirty or covered in bugs....I would take sun burns or bee stings over being cold! I can't help it but when I get cold my husband reminds me very quickly how bitchy I have just become! "It is the COLD not me." I say but he just shakes his head and says "YOU can choose to not react to the cold."
So I put on my wool socks the moment I wake in the morning on all these winter days.......I hate being cold so much that even walking around my own home feels threatening to my sanity if there is a draft anywhere! I love being outside, fresh air is something I could NOT go a whole day without this makes me bundle up like a fluffy teddy bear! It's good the seasons don't last forever because being cold gets old so quickly for me and I couldn't make it year after year without the warmth and comfort of my coffee cup! It helps me stay warm all day long and sometimes it's the only reason I even get up before the sun light break through the winter sky into my bedroom windows......Cold is such a painful temperature even in the hot days of summer I don't like to be cold! I hate it so!
When I got sick a week before Christmas this winter I was so shocked so bewildered and confused because I have forgotten what being sick felt like after 3 years in good health.
I decided that being sick is now on my "To Hate list"! and yes I have a hate list, even though I normally like to stay away from being negative my hate list is a very important thing for me to understand.
Being sick was one of those events I was completely powerless over! I am not use to that kind of situation anymore....It all proves what I eat will make me strong or weak.
I HATE being sick, I loose track of all time and of all news, I don't care about anything when I am sick which is so different from my usual life in caring over many things!
There was a moment I woke up feeling sudden pain shot down my back I felt dizzy and oddly sensitive to the core of my stomach I hate that feeling too!
I had hoped taking a shower would bring me back to the ground and get steadily right in my balance again, I had a coffee date with my dearest friend so as I felt sick I knew I hated it more then anything I could remember! I was out of practice and out of awareness in how a person feel when they are sick and so I struggled out the shower in such surprise in being so very sick!
I can describe it like an airplane in the sky going along nicely then catching fire and nose diving into the toilet! THAT is why I hate being sick the most, I HATE throwing up period!
My husband wasn't home when I got sick, luckily for him because he has no tolerance, no empathy for sick people. I have learned over the years to not take this fact personal, I simply tell him what I need when he comes home so he doesn't struggle in confusion over what to do. I also encourage him to sleep in the guest room for my struggling recovery and his own peace of mind. Being sick is horrible, even more horrible when the whole household relies on me to take care and clean everything. I have the most loving loyal dogs who never leave my side as I nap and heal back to the land of living again. I hate that faint low strength feeling the day after being so sick, I was grateful for my homemade bone broth in my mug that tasted AMAZING. Being sick is something I am not ashamed to hate so much! I am hoping to not allow for many more days like that in the future, because I hate it so very much! Getting sick teaches us what NOT to eat or NOT to do next time! AUGH!
