Monday, 27 August 2007
Stuff I hate
I hate it when I love a book and I enthuse about it to someone else - then find the person just doesn't feel the same way.
I hate when I love a movie and people complain that it did nothing for them. The English Patient, for example. People always complain about the length. To me, every moment was exquisite. Pavilion of Women was another. None of my cyber-pals liked it. My mother and sister did, and a couple friends here, but none of my distant friends. Must be a cultural thing.
I hate when all my plans to follow good advice come to naught. Write every day, they say. So I sit there with the edits and nothing clicks. My mind is a blank. I go to another project. Same thing. I give up and surf the net, or play Solitaire and Freecell. Then another day when I have no intention of doing any writing or edits I open the files and the work just flows. Going with my feelings seems to work for me, but I've read time and again that I'll never be a writer that way. Maybe I need to try harder.
I hate my habit of beating myself up for past mistakes.
I hate not having money to do the things I want to do RIGHT NOW. But then, no one told me to give up my day job... Not that I had the money to do whatever I wanted on a teacher's salary.
I hate the shrill peeping of the frogs around here sometimes. They just sound inane and too damned close for comfort. They're driving me nuts tonight.
I hate that I've been waiting four months for the contract from the publisher to arrive. Is this !@#$% normal?
I hate struggling with my weight. It's gone on too damn long.
I hate the vulgarity that passes for popular entertainment.
I hate looking back and remembering all the times I let the men in my life get away with a lot of crap because it never even entered my stupid, naive head that they would or could do the things they did.
I hate that people still throw garbage out of their cars here. Our normally quiet street has become a thoroughfare because of work on the main road. I just went outside and the grass verge is littered with beer bottles, plastic wrappers, juice boxes etc. To add insult to injury, some !@#$% dumped three bags of stinking garbage right at the end of our wall. A couple itinerant dogs materialized and they're having a field day. Who gets to clean up the mess? Moi!
I hate the way so many drivers here behave like maniacs on the road, exhibiting total disregard for other people's lives or their own.
I hate politicians. Hard to understand how these smug !@#$%s end up running the world.
Okay. My childish tantrum is over. Hope I got it all out of my system.