I hate that once a month my emotions get out of control.
I hate that the cashier at the grocery store called the women in front of me with their heads, faces, arms and legs covered "foreigners" and was irritated by them.
I hate that I can't separate certain actors with details I know about them.
I hate that I'll have to watch every single thing I eat for the rest of my life.
I hate that I eat for comfort.
I hate that complete strangers feel compelled to share with me how great and strong their faith in God is. I think that's intensely personal, and it's like them talking about their sex life or their mental health status.
I hate that as an adult, I still sometimes feel like a child who is left out or overlooked, and people don't see that they are doing it.
I hate that things that really matter, often don't, and things that don't often do.
I hate that I often feel like there isn't enough time to do the things I really want to do, when I'm stuck doing what I have to do.
I hate that I feel like I don't measure up. To what, I'm not sure.
I hate that sometimes, things are over-hyped, and by the time I see/hear/read them, I just don't see what the big deal was.

I am glad, though, that I have a place to put these things down, and get them out. Maybe that will help.