I find that I really don't hate anything. I come close at times. For example, there's this one guy who lives in my residence who changes his shirt maybe once a week, and that only so he can wash the one he wears at all other times. And he sings (more like mumbles in an out-of-tune, irritating way) in the washroom, no matter what he's doing, be it hand washing, brushing teeth, or showering. It's a public washroom, the only one in our hall. This gets very annoying, considering he takes about 20 minutes to brush teeth or wash hands, which is ALSO annoying in itself because if he's so worried about hygiene, WHY DOESN'T HE CHANGE HIS SHIRT!?!?!?!?
*breathes deeply*
No hate. Just extreme annoyance.
*breathes deeply*
No hate. Just extreme annoyance.