That Little Triangle That Windshield Wipers Don’t Clean
You know, that little area in the middle? Well, it drives me nuts! Especially if the car gets dirty, or if it’s raining.
You know, that little area in the middle? Well, it drives me nuts! Especially if the car gets dirty, or if it’s raining.
Checking the fridge… nope, nothing. Maybe the pantry? Nope, nothing good. The freezer might have something… wrong again. Sheesh, is there anything to eat in this house!? Let me check the fridge again…
Don’t you hate it when no one listens?
I hate it when girls pretend to be stupid to get attention. Okay, we get it, you want to be noticed, but acting dumb is not the way to do it.
Don’t. Even. Ask.
Sometimes even your best friend will tell your private junk to someone else! If I say, “promise not to tell anyone?” or “you can’t tell anyone, okay?” and then that person agrees to not repeat it, why do they think that “just” telling their boyfriend or girlfriend doesn’t count as telling? If a person confides in you and asks that you not disclose it to anyone, then don’t! Just zip your lips! It’s easy. A true friend actually keeps secrets and remains loyal. It’s a shame that it’s so hard to trust your friends. The exception would be informing a reliable source if the secret is a life-threatening or dangerous situation. There would be much less gossip and hurt feelings, if people didn’t tell others’ private business. Remember, it can happen to you, too! Shhhhh!
Every day I see teenagers wattling around with their pants around their ankles, wearing oversized T-shirts and fake gold necklaces. They pretend they are all cool and that, when they really look like fools. Do you really want to imitate people who start fights and kill people? Get some style.
Why do they think it’s sexy to be orange? And why must they constantly scream?
I am not at fault. I have committed no crime. Why do you hassle me over a tiny thing that I didn't do? You also get angry because I don't apologize for it. If I apologize, that would mean I take the blame for someone else. That is lying. Even if I do apologize, will you still hassle me for lying?
I’m sick of paying $5 for a massive bag of chips and opening it to find that it’s less than half full.
Why is it that whenever we sit down, they look fat and gross?
I hate when I text someone about something important and they take forever to respond, but when it’s something stupid they respond instantly.
I know this gonna sound nerdy, but stay with me. I am in high school. I was once attacked by three guys and they threw my stuff in the garbage a gave me a bloody nose and black eye just because they thought I was strange. That was three years ago. I used to have a girlfriend and a lot of friends. Now whenever I try to talk to anyone, they completely ignore me because they think I’m nerdy. I haven’t had a girlfriend or friends in years. I now suffer greatly from depression and have had thoughts of suicide. Bullying isn’t funny.
Don’t you just wish you could always smell baking cinnamon buns in the morning?
I hate when it gets stuck between my teeth.
You’re listening to your friend’s story and when they finally stop, you start to give your side, but no, that’s impossible, because they forgot to add a few details, so they cut you off and start rambling. They stop again, so you start over and… oh, no, they need to tell another story right in the middle of yours. By the time they finally shut up, it’s time to part ways.
I hate when I’m at Wal-Mart or somewhere and instead of seeing one of my friends or someone I like, I see one of the people I don’t like, and I am forced to give them a dirty look.
I got shot at for my clothing.
I wish I could just eat all the delicious and fattening food in the world without gaining a pound. Mmmm, Twinkies, Venti Starbucks, Pizza Hut, McDonald’s… oh, wait, no, I can’t eat that, or I’ll be mistaken for a beached whale by the end of the week.
I hate that my parents always have to know everything about me. And if I text someone or say an inside joke, they ask what it means and say that it’s stupid or inappropriate. Get out of my life and get your own! It drives me nuts! I just want them to know that times have changed since they were in high school and, yes, we make jokes, but they aren’t meant for old people.
WHEN I READ A MESSAGE TYPED IN CAPS, I FEEL LIKE I’M BEING SCREAMED AT.
I hate it when someone says “I have a secret” and seems eager to tell it to you, but when you ask what it is, they’re like, “I’m not going to tell you, it’s my secret.” What’s the point of bringing it up then? Obviously they wanted to share it. This is even worse when it has to do with someone’s crush.
I hate it when I have to stay at home while my friends are all doing things, and I’m just laying on my bed wishing I was someone else.
If you are edible why do you taste like crap?
I hate when I’m at a huge family gathering and one of those noisy, obnoxious relatives asks “so, do you have a boyfriend?” and you start to blush and soon enough, everyone’s asking and your parents get suspicious. Ugh, super embarrassing!
My friends were talking about Twilight, and I’m like, “Nyeh, I don’t really like Twilight.” They slapped me on the hand and said never to say those words again.
I really hate it when I’m with a group of friends and me friend says, “dude, you really have bad breath” or “you smell weird”. Why do you have to say that now?
“Oh no! The world’s going to end in 2012! I’m going to do the things I’ve always wanted to do before I die!” You’re kidding, right? You actually believe you’re going to be dead in two years? So what if the planets will all be aligned? Doesn’t mean we’re gonna die. It might actually be a good thing. The world will end when we least expect it, and that won’t be for a while. No one can predict the end of the world. People thought it would be 2000, but they were wrong. Just because someone got it wrong the first few times doesn’t mean the Mayans will be any better. As I said before, no one can tell what is going to happen in a few years. It gets me mad to think people are actually believing this garbage.
Don’t you just hate it when there’s a teenage guy walking in front of you with his jeans so loose and baggy that the butt part is practically trailing on the ground? For goodness’ sake, it’s called a belt, use one! You’re not “cool” or “gangsta” with your pants around your ankles, you are an idiot and a fool.
I hate it when I think my life is getting better then some idiot goes and messes everything up for me. Now what do I do?
I hate when people think they know everything. For example, if somebody ask you a question and then another person just jumps in and tries to answer the question for you like they know what they’re talking about.
I’m not shy, but I’m really awkward, and I hate it when I can’t talk to someone or say something correctly because I’m just too awkward.
I hate when someone says “oh, can I have a sip of that?” and you say “well it’s mine”, and they interrupt with “I don’t care.” Or maybe they want money and you say “I only have a five and ten and its my last…” “I don’t care!” Well, maybe I do!
I hate how I can only catch a good episode of a show I like once a week at 2 A.M. on a school night—and then the show gets canceled because nobody watches it!
I mean, seriously, I’m vegetarian, but I respect meat eaters. There is nothing wrong with eating meat. But when you say I’m stupid for being a vegetarian, that’s a little rude. It’s my opinion that eating vegetables is the right thing for me to do. Keep your opinions to yourselves, please.
I hate when people call me a racist for not liking Obama. I don’t dislike him because he’s black, but because of his political views. A racist is someone who discriminates against another because of race—I discriminate because of politics.
So what if I hate wearing a skirt? So what if I like to play football (soccer) with the boys? Or that some of my friends are boys? And who cares if I have my hair cut really short or that I don’t lather my face in makeup everyday like a bloody barbie doll? Who are you to bully me because I’m a thirteen year old girl who listens to rock and metal? I like the colour blue, so what? Since when did I care about your opinion? So what if I’m unpopular? At least I’m not as thick as you, and will get a good job and have friends who don’t slag me off behind my back. I’m just fed up of waking up in the morning and thinking “great! Here goes another day of sidelong glances, teasing and generally having to endure another day in hell.” At least I’m not a pig-faced degenerate chav. I am who I am! Leave me alone! I really hate it!
I like my education, but I just don’t like school… No offense… It’s like a small jail for kids. I’d rather go out in the world and learn more wise things than things I don’t need from school.
My sister swears all the time and she’s only ten. She thinks it’s so cool to swear like a truck driver when really it’s just annoying!
There is no such thing! People just think that they are because they are lonely, sad, or because they just have nothing else to believe in. And even if they like the taste of blood, how is that proof? That’s just unhealthy.
For some strange reason girls like to make themselves look all plasticky. No one likes it—new noses, loads of make up, hair straighteners, hair curling irons—so they should go with the flow and just use the basic needs, perfume, shampoo and conditioner, tweezers, tooth stuff, blow dryer and hairbrush. I don’t understand why some people use the stuff people don’t like. Please! Your only in the fifth or sixth grade! It doesn’t look too good. You look like either a raccoon or football player. Go green.
I do so much for my mom and she never appreciates anything. She’s a psycho—she’ll just start taking my stuff away and yelling at me for no reason. I always try to be nice, but she always has to do something to piss me off. She yells at me if nothing’s going right, and she always blames everything on me. I hate my life so much that sometimes I think I was adopted. My mom thinks she knows me but she knows nothing about me.
When people say “borrow”, they usually mean that they want to keep it. They always lose it or just never return it, with the excuse, “Oh yeah, I forgot, I’ll give it to you later”, hoping you will forget.
I hate it when teachers want me to do something and I don’t want to, but they use a guilt trip to try and get me to do it anyway. Today in Spanish class, my teacher asked me if I would like to do a part in a play. I have a problem with saying no so I said I would think about it and then get back to him. I sat in agony while waiting for the right moment to tell him no but out of nowhere he came up and snatched the script out of my hand and rudely said to me, “Forget about it. You have too much of a busy life to even think about it”, and as I sat there wondering why he’s doing this to me he turns around and says, “Don’t think about your dead dog!”
I hate when someone starts to tell me something and then stops in the middle of their sentence. For example, my father said “Go fix your…” then he stopped, until I reminded him to complete what he was saying. I just asked my brother what I missed in the movie we were watching and he said “the cat was…”
I just had to go to hospital after drinking so much alcohol I was actually sweating it. I was in a coma for an hour while the doctors pumped the alcohol out of my body. I turn fourteen in a month. Don’t make the same mistake I did. It ruined my life.
Is the tomato a fruit or vegetable? I think it’s a fruit. But we do not have to spend twelve hours debating it. I, personally, do not enjoy wasting my time.
I hate it when people feel the need to critique everything you do in front of others. There is a time and a place, and at work in front of all the customers is not appropriate! I was taught a different way to make the sandwich! It doesn’t matter if you think I’m making the sandwich backwards, it still looks way better than yours!
Today, I found out that my friend and I have had formal charges brought up against us over a matter of a torn bus seat—that was already torn, we only furthered its tear. They want us to pay $46.25 for it. We offered to pay, yet they won’t accept it until we go through court. Taking two people to court over $46.25 is trivial! Especially when we’re already willing to pay.
I believe in God. I pray most days and try be a nonverbal example of God’s love.
I do not, however, believe in ramming my beliefs down other people’s throats. Let people believe what they want to believe. It’s all gravy if they try to be a good person.
And no, quoting out-of-context Bible verses to me does not change my belief that everyone should be allowed to marry, regardless of their sexuality. Going to church each Sunday and sitting up at the front and sucking up to the priest does not make you a better Christian than anyone else. In fact, most of the time it makes you a hypocrite, since you use the fact that you go to church each Sunday as an excuse to be rude and condescending and judgmental of others.
Love everyone equally, get off your high horse and stop embarrassing the rest of us. Seriously. You give us a bad name and I’m sick of being verbally abused for believing in the same God as you extremist idiots.
Take a chill pill and accept that the rest of the world may not believe in the same God as you. Try it sometime. You might be surprised at the wonderful, loving people you meet.