I hate...

I'm not really a hater. It's just that things have been happening lately and I'm completely bummed about it. I have no room to breath my silent rage so typically, I'm writing it.

I hate...

**stupid people.
I do! Don't you? They make you more stupid to begin with. Unless they do try to get what you teach or tell them, that I give credit to.

**stupid people trying to use their stupidity to get away from responsibility.
Seriously, haven't you encountered such? Secondary gain people! I do hate this darn excuse. Personally, I know a few and it makes me boil when they tell me they can't do it 'coz their "dumb". Using such thing! In the first place, if they would try, they wouldn't be dumb to begin with!!! grrrrr.... thinking about them make me red again!

However, I don't get mad at them that easily. Patience is really a virtue. I say.

**people who put you down.
Everybody's enemy right? Almost everybody who sees me for the first time thinks I'm in high school or just beginning college. What a way to put you down. I'm not saying its a disadvantage, seriously, It's a blessing for me to still look you at my age but that doesn't give people the right to put you down because they think you don't know anything.

Example:
There was a time I was fitting a pair of heels I really had a crush on. Good thing my father was around, so I grabbed the opportunity that he would buy it for me. So there I was, in the shoe store, fitting these sandals and the available size was too small for me. So I asked the saleslady for a bigger size. Looking at me, she gave me a really crooked english and eventually gave me a bigger size 5 mins later. As I fitted into them , it was a size bigger too! I looked at under the sandal, where they usually put the sizes and there where 2 types of sizes. The first was encircled and was in the 20's and the one below it was underlined, now in the normal size range. I compared the two sandals, skeptical that there must be a size in between, hence I discovered the sizes! The first sandal, the one a size smaller, was 22 and 7 and the second was 24 and 8. So I asked the same saleslady for size 23. She gave me this "you-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about-and-you-are-wasting-my-time" look and spoke to me in a really crooked, high and mighty, trying hard english, saying that there was no such size. I was still patient at that time to her. I showed her the sandals but she wouldn't even look at me and the sandal sizes! She still gave an answer that was right. I was ticked and ticked I can be, I played her game. Spoke to her in PROPER english, telling her and shoving the sandals to her face, indicating, again in proper english, that there was size there. Good thing for her, her manager cam to her rescue! I was right, there was such a size. Aha! I scold her bad and so did her manager. Victory for me!


**people who try hard too much to put you down.
The example above is enough said.

**it when I catch someone lying to me.
...even if the evidence is right there to their faces, still, they deny it! Oh c'mon!
The funny thing about it? They keep on denying it, OR, let's say, not tell you but they ended up telling everyone or posting it anyway for the whole world to see! Sometimes it gets into my nerves. Why can't they just tell you the truth? It's as if I would get mad at them. They have their own lives too. It's the lies that hurts me and make me want to get away from them. I'm good at this, avoiding people, trust me on this one.

**being alone.
A good avoider as I can be, I do get lonely. This is the time when I get annoyed as I catch people lying to me. The brain does wonders and as a self-proclaimed ADD, my mind feeds on everything I think. Even the slightest hatred or love, I feed on it that emotion. The more I feed on it, the more I get lonely.

**hating.
don't you? It aches a lot. You can't get rid of it. You have to fight it. Subdue such feeling. I hate hating. It hurts especially if you're the only one doing the hating and the other party doesn't know it.


Oh well, I do think there's more to hate but as of now... this is it.