Here are a few things that I have heard people say they hate over the past few weeks:
1. Math. I work at a college and have heard a couple of students aim vitriolic comments at math recently. Is it strange to feel sorry for addition and subtraction? Poor math.
2. Rain. We need it, plants need it, some people in certain areas of the country are praying for it, but a whole lot of folks do silly chants in hopes of making it leave. “Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day!” That’s like asking oxygen to take a hike. Sheesh.
3. Football. In the South, saying that you hate football is basically sacrilegious. And if you are a male be prepared to be called a sissy. Or something much worse. Southerners are supposed to love Jesus and football and at least have an appreciation for NASCAR and humidity.
4. Rap. I am not a huge rap fan, but I can’t say that I hate it. Mostly because I think Dr. Seuss would have been a great rapper. Or rap artist. Or whatever. But he would’ve had to do something to increase his street cred. Like make The Cat in the Hat shoot people with a gat.
5. Washing dishes. Who has two thumbs and hates washing dishes? This guy. And most guys who don’t have dishwashers.
6. Care Bears. One of my boys expressed disdain for Care Bears a few days ago. I was at once both sad and joyful. Sad because Care Bears only want to love and be loved. Joyful because he’s a boy. There are some things that boys need to stop liking at some point. Also on the list: snow globes, tapioca pudding, and movies without explosions.
7. Steve Spurrier. There was a time in my life when I would have felt and said the same thing. But I have matured and Spurrier is no longer coaching the Florida Gators. I still enjoy seeing his face get all sad and whiny, though.
While this list is somewhat silly, there is one thing that I have heard a couple of people say they hate that really breaks my heart.
Some people say that they hate their lives.
Their lives that have been given to them by God who loves them.
Their lives that are meant for so much more.
I realize that their lives aren’t perfect and that they may be going through terrible trials. I know that some days, weeks, months, and years are tremendously difficult. I understand that so many people are on the verge of crumbling.
I hope that they continue holding on and looking up.
I hope they stop hating their lives.
Because they are important to others.
Even when they don’t feel like it.
What is one thing that you hate?
What is your favorite kind of pudding?