This is not The Haters Club You're Looking For discussion
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Humanity.And it's only Green Lantern's ring that's gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. The lantern's totally straight.
People in general, but if I had to narrow it down, incompetence, gets me every time. What is so hard about doing what you are here to do properly, and in a timely fashion?!
I wish I could find the song, Pure Hate by SFA, that's a power charger but all I could find is the lyrics (which aren't all that fab).
I'm not completely sure what my primary source is or where exactly all of my hatred comes from. I can take a glimpse into my childhood and pick out a few moments that may have lead me down this path, but it always comes back to people. People in general piss me off. I hate to be this guy, but I always say, "I hate people!" And it is TRUE!! I don't like them. There are few and far between that I can actually deal with.Example: Tonight, we met some friends and their kids at a park. Had a nice time on the swings, slides and other accoutrement. We decided to head over to the Ice Cream shop. While waiting for our ice cream the kids are playing with random toys that they have strewn about the back deck. One of our kids is playing with that stupid triangle peg game and another wants one too. Our friend notices one at another table and asks the ADULT man sitting there if anyone was using it and if he could take it to his son. The guy tells him, "My boy is playing with it." Mind you, no kid within 10 feet of this guy. A couple minutes goes by...no kids playing with the peg game. Our friend asks again if we could borrow the game. Man with no kids at his table says "No, one of our kids is playing with it. He'll be back. He was just playing with it :30 seconds ago!" As our confused friend walks away the other guy turns to his friend and asks, "What the fuck is wrong with that fucking guy?" And then continues to privately berate our friend but with enough zest and volume to make it perfectly clear what he was doing. This is what makes me hate people...and thus makes me want to humiliate and possibly beat someone. Granted, it has been a long time since I have actually been in a fight...well, yeah, it has been a while. But, I always feel the need to speak to these dicks.
As politely as possible, I told the guy that while I understood his need to save the stupid game for his kid, I didn't think it was necessary for him to curse about the guy who simply asked for the game. He response was, "I wasn't talking to you" Tough shit asshole, I fucking heard you and I'm about to shove this fucking chocolate malt up your tight fucking guido ass! I didn't say that. I took a step closer and said, "Well, I heard you and there is a good chance the kids I'm with did too." His 6'5" confidence shrunk back to his 4'5" size and he said, "Fine, take it! It's not a big deal!" Then why the fuck didn't you give it to the guy when he asked for it and why the fuck did you talk shit about the guy when he walked away! Fuck you and your peg toy asshole. Eat your sundae and shut the fuck up! I HATE PEOPLE!!!
Sorry for my rant. I had a moment tonight and needed a chance to vent. I might need therapy at some point.
You're still a pussy... Pussies always talk, you should have walked up, looked him in the eye and took it. No words, words are for writers, are you a writer Harry?
No, I am far from a writer, but how would you like me to write a story about how I take the next flight to Alaska and shove that chocolate malt up your ass.
Sorry I just can't muster up any feelings of intimidation from a known pussy. :)
I hate birds...not afraid of them! Really! I am not afraid of them!! I'm not!
Damn, I guess I'll just return it to the pet store.Just in case, I'll send a flock of seagulls your way as a deterrent.
Servius Sextus Heiner wrote: "Just in case, I'll send a flock of seagulls your way as a deterrent."THAT on the other hand scares the crap out of me!
I didn't know creepy congregated like that.
Harry, I hate people like that guy but you're pretty rad. Plus, the cow on your plate is mooing at me.
Eh! wrote: "the cow on your plate is mooing at me."The way all steak should be!
I can't think of a primary source. I'm not very hatey. :(
I get angry at the people fucking up my students' lives, but if I actually meet them, I just feel sorry for them.
I don't like people who try to make others feel stupid/ugly/nerdy. Bullies.
I get angry at the people fucking up my students' lives, but if I actually meet them, I just feel sorry for them.
I don't like people who try to make others feel stupid/ugly/nerdy. Bullies.
We have a little girl (cousin, age 4) visiting us today; all she does is talk about Michael Jackson. That is working wonders for my trows of hate, big visualized berms of blasphemy encapsulated and contained in my brain until she leaves. Thriller could be my hate charging power lamp. Eee hee eee. (Is that how the MJackson sound she keeps repeating should be written?)
Maybe my primary source of hate is my arms. I fucking hate my gross arms. And I hate how spring and summer clothes are so grossly prejudiced towards sleeves.
Just wear long sleeves Tambo, and if anybody asks, say you don't wanna get tanned.On a similar note, I hate summers in the city, quite soon I'll be exposed to all those sweaty armpits. Yuck.
edit:My primary source: Liars. and paper cuts.
For me, it's this area. This f@#king area that I live in. I mean, I have been a hater for quite a while, but moving here was a real power boost. Kind of like when Spider-Man got the power cosmic. I know, this is comic book reference heavy - I'm screwing with you.
But I really do hate this area. I hate the traffic. The people (about 99.9999984% of them). The pretension. The hypocrisy. The bullshit. The disdain. The entitlement. The condescending attitudes. This place was founded on something noble, but it turned to a pile of steaming, fetid shit long ago, and nobody seems to mind too much. Because they just keep piling it higher. Can you guess where I live?
Anyway, what's your power source?