Musings of a Chicago-Born New Yorker

Things I Hate/Things I Love

I consider myself very opinionated, so this post feels a bit less random. If it wasn’t for all the working I’ve been doing, I would have more to blog about my actual life. The husband and I decided I’d take a week off for his birthday, so I spent a bunch of time before that working so I wouldn’t use any time off. And in lieu of blogging about my activities, I will blog about my thoughts.

I HATE people who talk with food in their mouths. It’s not a problem for everyone, but it’s specifically a problem for people who do it while the food is still on their tongue. If you happen to be eating now, try to talk with the food on your tongue, and try it again with the food stored to the side. Can you tell the difference? Cause I sure as hell can and with the food on your tongue, life gets so much worse for those who have to listen.

I LOVE good-tasting food that smells good. It’s not a given that food that tastes good smells good. And it’s not a given that good that smells good tastes good. But when something smells so appetizing and then it tastes like it smells (or even better), I’m in heaven.

I hate being hit on while driving. I think it was the combination of some sexy ass lip gloss, forgetting my ring, and summer, but I got hit on so much one day driving to work last weekend. And I ask myself, seriously? While we’re driving 65+ mph?! This is the time to hit on me? What are we gonna do, pull over as if we’ve had an accident and exchange phone numbers? So dumb.

I love being hit on in a classic way. Not like a wolf whistle, but just an old-fashioned, respectful compliment. Someone telling me I look great or they like my smile or my walk or whatever. It’s a great confidence boost and I don’t feel the need to reach for the pepper spray I keep on hand. I just feel the need to smile brightly, say thank you, and move on with my day.

I hate lies. The likelihood of keeping the truth hidden forever is so slim. When does that shit ever happen? And yet, some folks feel the need to keep doing it. It is a perverse pleasure? Is it some sort of drug-free high? Is it a complete disregard for and disrespect toward others? I don’t know, but I hate it.

I love brutal honesty. Not mean honesty, but not sugar-coated either. Honesty is not a weapon, but it’s useful for keeping a firm grasp on reality. Wouldn’t you like to know that your favorite jeans make your ass look both too wide and too flat? Wouldn’t it be better to know that your “world-famous” potato salad makes everyone’s stomach hurt juuuuust a little bit? No sticking my head in the sand, give me the truth. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.

And lastly, I both love and hate summer. All my favorite holidays are in the winter. My birthday is in the fall and the world is the most beautiful in places where they have true a fall season. Spring is my favorite season because everything always feels new. But summer is just… sunny and happy and hopeful. Of course usually (in Chicago) it’s too damn hot and humid. There’s no escape sometimes. People die in droves when it gets hot and that’s depressing. Is there anywhere with a good music scene that’s not in a red state where the yearly average temperature is right around 65 degrees? I can visit Chicago to get my fill of other seasons, but living like that everyday would be magical.

What do you love/hate?

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