I hate when people say metal isn’t real music. I also hate it when people say “it’s just a bunch of guys screamingâ€. You’re wrong, metal is actually very technical and takes years and years to master the instruments used in them “screaming†bands. No, I’m not a “devil worshiper†just because I listen to metal.
Don’t you hate when you say something funny and no one hears except that one person who repeats it so everyone can hear, everyone laughs, and if you attempt to argue that you said it first, you make an idiot of yourself. I hate it.
I don’t necessarily hate them, but they’re weird. When you’re half asleep and you dream that you’re falling and right before you hit the ground your body jerks and has this huge muscle spasm. It’s like a dreaming reflex!
I hate when I hug or pet a cat and get those tiny furs in my eyes and can’t find them but they hurt so badly. It makes everything extremely hard especially, when you’re a girl and are wearing makeup. I wish there was an eye cleaner.
I feel like one of Facebook’s main purposes is to be able to friend request those friends from 4 or more years ago, but when a couple of them found me, I realized we just had like 3 or 4 conversations. And I started thinking that it makes it even worse to be able to communicate with someone you don’t see anymore, but not doing it. All we say is “we should hang out sometime†and “sometime†never comes.
I just got them for the first time. They hurt, and you have to avoid talking to people in public so you won’t humiliate yourself with those bits of food stuck in your braces.
I know it’s your opinion, but I love thrift stores, so stop nagging me about how I shouldn’t buy or wear things from thrift stores. It’s my choice. I heard it from you once and I don’t need to hear it again.
The way she only fixes her problems is by making fun of them or hitting them. She’s 16 and needs to grow up a little bit. I’m only 13 and I actually talk if I have problems, rather than hitting people.
I get it that you like my brother better and like to pretend that he’s smarter and does everything better than me (which he doesn’t) and you give him a new $500 electronic doohickey everytime he gets a B in math but says its the teacher’s fault, but you really can’t just drop me into the shadow of favoritism and make it so obvious at the same time.