I hate...

...rude teenagers that make me feel insecure even though I feel ridiculous feeling that way.
...the way people always say, "Oh, you're Canadian, aye?" when in fact a true Canadian would never use 'aye' in such a nonsense manner.
...being able to sleep in but having to get up to pee at 4am. Actually, getting up to pee at 4am in general.
...sitting in a group of people who are snacking and wanting to keep eating even after everyone has slowed down/stopped but also thinking that people are looking down on me for doing so but doing it anyway.
...the way ginger ale makes my breath smell.
...when you're trying to poop in the work bathroom and someone comes in and spends an abnormally long time primping in the mirror as if they're not fully aware of what you're doing (they are).
...paper cuts, hang nails, little canker sores on my tongue and all other tiny injuries that hurt more than big ones.
...seaweed touching me in the ocean.
...someone saying "this is my FAVORITE song" when I already have an awesome connection to it.
...cantaloupe (my mouth physically rejects it even though it's so pretty).
...stepping back onto a cat when you really didn't know they were standing behind you (they're so dramatic).
...when I get irritated with my mom for being so obsessed with me. I feel like such a bitch.
...when I don't lose (or worse, gain) weight at WW and I know there's no one to blame but me.

On the other hand, I love...

...polite children, especially teenagers.
...old people. They make me cry but in a good way.
...getting up to pee and thinking it's 4am but it's really only 1:30 and you still have hours of sleep ahead of you.
...finishing a run, no matter how long it was.
...fresh air.
...cheese and wine together (or apart, whatevs).
...not realizing that your favorite shows are all back from their winter break and your DVR is full!!!
...starting a new book.
...the look on my mom's face when I show up at church unexpectedly and sit with her.
...when someone (not a stranger) presses their nose into the pit between my inner eye and my nose.(Don't act like you're not putting your knuckle in there right now...make sure to close your eye first).
...trapper hats and bubble umbrellas, and the fact that I have new ones of each (thank you Mego!)
...talking in crazy voices.
...Ketel One martinis, extra extra (extra) dirty.
...when I make people laugh, and can tell they really mean it.
...paths in the woods, even when they're scary.