#1. Drying my hair. Goes along with showering. I hate showering. It's a necessary evil, unfortunately. But really, drying my hair. I get lazier and lazier about it as each day of my life passes by, especially when it's hot and humid or raining, when nothing I could do to my hair will matter in the end. Plus, these things make my hair kind of awesome. So that is a bonus.
#2. Getting ready for bed. This includes the menial and rather painless tasks of brushing my teeth and washing my face. I'd rather die. And it's not that i hate being clean. I actually am rather a fan of it. I just hate the act of cleanliness. I'm also a person who, when they get up in the morning, needs to pretty much immediately get ready for the day. I can't loll around in my pj's and filth all day. And I can't go to bed without doing these tasks. It sucks. I'm a walking dichotomy.
#3. draining cans of food. Like tuna or beets. I don't like getting crap on my hands nor battling with the can lid which, at any second, may snap off and slice my hand in two. Here's a sean quote for you. The other day i came home to find Sean making dinner so I started on the salad which would consist of greens, green apple, beets, and goat cheese. I had begun my tasks when I noticed the can of drained beets on the counter. "Aww, you drained the beets already!" i exclaimed, most grateful. "Of course," he said. "I wasn't going to miss out on the beauty of that experience." completely sincere. Something i don't hate: that sean likes the pretty colors.
#4. Using the bathroom. Especially when i feel that it is too frequent for my taste. "Augh, not AGAIN," I say. Sometimes it feels like a waste of time. (because i always spend my time so efficiently.) And i refuse to go again immediately in order to teach my body a lesson. It can't just go whenever it wants. It needs to exert some control and patience. That'll teach it.
$5. The $5-thing I hate is... (that was a typo)... figuring out what to wear each day. I hate it. I don't care. I mean, i do care, that's why i hate it, but mostly it's all the factors involved: what's the weather? (factor #1) where am i going? will i get this dirty? what am i comfortable in? and then i get frustrated and nothing is right and i hate all my clothes, and the world. Side story: One time, it was a Sunday and for some reason i feel like it's triply hard on Sundays to figure out what to wear. This was such a day. We are church-goers and we go to different buildings (Sean was banned from ours. Just kidding, false) so he sometimes leaves early and misses out on the Sunday Morning Clothes Pandemonium. He came home and stared at the gigantor heap on the bed and remarked, "Wow, you pulled out your rainbow toe socks?? What a morning it must have been!" "It was...it was.." i said, still panting and sweating from the arduous & desperate battle i engaged in with my clothes that morning. It really made me laugh though when i came in and saw the toe socks. I had nothing to say for myself. I blame it on the weather though. So many danged weather factors.
So yeah, it's difficult. But sometimes i don't really care what i wear and i hate having to decide. When I was young I was 100% in support of school uniforms for this very reason. Also when i was young, i would sometimes wear the same thing every day for a week. This was totally only when i was young. I would never do that now--gross.