Things I Hate That Other People Love
I first posted this list of things I hate back in 2017, when I was pregnant and… just really, really grumpy, apparently.
Well, I’m no longer pregnant, so I don’t have that as an excuse. I am, however, EVEN MORE GRUMPY than I was back then, because, in the years since this post was first published, I’ve identified a few more things other people love that I hate. And I will share them with you now…
(Disclaimer: When I say “hate” I mean “I just don’t like them that much”. And when I say “please don’t send me messages telling me how “negative” I am for not just liking every damn thing in the whole world, I mean, “No, seriously: don’t.” It’s OK to not like some things. It’s even better when you find other people who share your dislike though, so please, pour yourself a drink, settle down, and tell me about all the things YOU hate that other people love. It’ll be fun, I promise.)
Things I Hate That Other People Love: A List
SPORT. ALL SPORT.
I sometimes feel like the only person in the world who doesn’t care about sports. Any sports. Yes, even those huge events like The Olympics, or the World Cup, where everyone’s all, “But surely you’ll be supporting your COUNTRY?!” and I’m just like, “Meh.”
I just can’t seem to make myself care whether Team GB win the gold medal or whatever: I mean, good for them and all, and I can obviously appreciate what a huge achievement it is, but … I just don’t want to watch them doing it. Or hear people talking about it. No, not even when it’s “the tennis” and the whole world is absolutely OBSESSED with who’s going to win Wimbledon. Honestly, the only thing I find more boring than tennis is golf, and the only thing I find more boring about golf is…
TV SHOWS ABOUT COOKING
Bake Off. Masterchef. Whatever all the rest of them are called. I mean, I love FOOD, obviously (Maybe a little bit too much actually…), it’s just that, as with sport, I don’t want to talk it about, or watch people preparing it, or whatever else happens on those shows that take over my Twitter feed every time they’re on. Seriously, my eyes glaze over any time I’m in the company of people who want to talk about cooking, so competitive baking is just about the strangest thing I’ve ever heard of, not even joking.
Hi, my name’s Amber, and I absolutely hated Les Mis. I am never getting that time back. There are some musicals I like more than others, but, for the most part, I always just want to cringe when I’m watching something, and the characters suddenly burst into song. Like, just get on with the story! Don’t make me watch you make a literal song and dance about it, dammit!
You knew this one was coming, didn’t you? It’s everyone’s favourite season, I know, and I’m not sure you can even CALL yourself a blogger if you’re not OMGOBSESSED with it, but I… am not obsessed with Autumn. Or not unless you count being obsessed with hating it, obviously. It’s just such a cold, dark, claustrophobic season: a time when everything is dying, and you sometimes feel like you don’t see daylight for days at time, which is as depressing as all hell, really. And, I mean, sure, the colours of the leaves are pretty, but you can’t really see much of them them in the dark, can you?
(Also, I know everyone gets super-excited about being FINALLY able to curl up with a good book, a blanket and a hot chocolate, but it’s like… do you all not have to work in the autumn and winter? Because you make it sound like you’re just “snuggled up” on your sofa under a blanket all the damn time, but I still have to get up at stupid o’clock every morning, take my child to school, then put in a full day’s work, just like I do during the rest of the year. Where are you all finding the time for all this snuggling?) (No, really, where?)
(And don’t even get me started on the whole “boots and tights” and “bundling up!” thing. Seriously, DON’T EVEN.)
I just don’t like it. I like movies, sure, but I actually think I like TV shows (that I can binge-watch) more, and there aren’t many movies that I’m so desperate to see that I have to see them the second they come out, and can’t wait a few months until they’re on Netflix. Honestly, most of the time I’d much rather wait until I can see them in the comfort of my own home, where I can adjust the temperature, stretch out on the sofa, and get up and down for snacks/bathroom breaks without disturbing anyone or missing something essential.
Also, I’m maybe just particularly unlucky, but our local cinema always seems to be, a) FREEZING and, b) filled with people who talk or use their use their phones all the way through the movie, and who wants to deal with THAT?
BOARD GAMES / PARLOR GAMES
Fun fact: when I was a child, I used to think they were called “bored” games because they were so boring, and when I say “as a child” I mean, “I still think that, tbh.” Ditto parlor games like charades or… whatever other nonsense people like to come up with in the name of forced fun. Seriously, nothing makes my heart sink faster than when I’m at some kind of social gathering and someone pipes up with “let’s all play a game!” GOD.
Terry (who LOVES this kind of thing, natch) likes to insist that I just hate games because I’m so bad at them, but the truth is that I’m bad at them because I hate them. Like sports, I just can’t make myself care about winning a board game or beating someone at charades. I just can’t do it. And you cannot make me, either.
A few weeks ago, Max’s school had an “odd socks day” (where everyone had to come in wearing odd socks, funnily enough), and it made me realize that I don’t understand people. Well, I mean, I guess I understand CHILDREN, and why that might be fun for them, but in almost every office job I’ve ever had, there’s been someone who’s insisted on having ‘themed’ days where everyone had to wear a certain colour, or a silly hat, or whatever, and I just… I just… WHY?
OK, that’s a rhetorical question, obviously. I know why. Sometimes they’d do it for charity, but other times it was just to “boost morale” – which brings me right back to my question: WHY? My morale is not boosted by wearing red for the day. I am not cheered up by the idea of sitting at my desk dressed like a Christmas elf or whatever. (And, because the items of clothing in question always seemed to be things I didn’t already own – mostly because they would unfailingly be colours that looked horrific on me – I’d really resent having to spend money on them, rather than just giving it straight to whatever charity they wanted me to donate to.)
As you can tell from those last two, I’m a lot of fun at parties. A LOT of fun. And in general, really. Still, now that I’ve got all of that off my chest, I’m keen to hear from those of you who share my “hates”. Because there’s nothing more bonding than a shared dislike of musical theatre, trust me…