Things that you simply don’t like?

Patient care.

I got a spam email where someone in Africa said he was an American soldier that needed help. I emailed back that sure I will help. They then claimed would get a shipment to my door if I helped. I even got a picture of it! I of course stopped emailing with them when they started talking bank details but the image is hilarious.



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I always wondered if the spam people are actual people or bots

hmm good to know!

I do not like how people on Facebook capitalize words in the middle of a sentence that are not suppose to be capitalized.

Human Fountains on America's Got Talent! They are so gross. My mouth makes involuntary movement's when I watch them. I just can't.

I came home from the hospital yesterday.



I saw so many doctors; five minutes with each. But the staff/nurses/housekeepers were terrific. Gems.

I simply do not like MD/specialists or hospitals, though. ICU is boring. Such small portions of food. I survived with endless supplies of Graham crackers and peanut butter.

Dogs. I don't hate them and can appreciate why people like them, but there's a lot of things I do not like about them and would never own one because of those things. There's even some breeds I sort of like for various reasons (huskies because they're pretty, pit bulls because they're misunderstood), but would still not want to own them because they're still dogs and have the same flaws I don't like about other dogs.

I really dislike hospital food.

if I can avoid it, I will

on a medical note, I hate needles.

can't stand them

Being eternally, internally alone. I've accepted it but I really dislike it. I think...

having to rush.

I like to take my time with things

black licorice

Neuropathy is a difficult condition to deal with. I am sorry you have to go through it. I hope it will get to a point where it is tolerable!!!!!!!

Me too!!! I have two grown men that live here too, and they have a fit when I get ready to go somewhere. I of course am female, and it takes me longer, and I am also obsessive about most things. Everything has to be in its place, and when I get ready to go somewhere I kind of have a system to get ready, and it takes time.

I simply don't like when I wait for an appointment at the dentist that is in a week's time and all that time, I keep thinking about whether something bad is going to happen or what's going to happen. All that tension builds up during the week. It's frustrating. Then when it's all done, I'm so relieved.

Yeah, see, I don’t get the ‘female’ excuse.

Let’s say that my wife and I are going to the farmer’s market on a hot summer day.

We begin naked, jump into underwear, shorts, and t-shirts, slip on some flip-flops, brush teeth and hair and off to market.

Where does the extra time come into play?

My ex-wife, btw, was a UGA grad. Bulldogs?

I don't like anything to do with clint eastwood

I dont

and I don't like war films too much either.

golf and cricket.

they are boring

I don’t like drinking water out of a ceramic mug. It just tastes weird. It has to be hot drinks.

Brussels sprouts....yuk

fruit and most vegetables

ooo same

if it's not a potato (in chip form), count me out

grapes are okay though I suppose

I don't like cauliflower in any shape or form.

Snobs
.......

Oh, lord: Guilty.

I don’t mean to be, I really don’t. I don’t, for example, correct other’s speech, no matter how egregious. In fact, I do worse by tempering my speech to similar ‘street talk’ language. Yet I can cross our portico and alter my speech when talking to someone with a higher degree of education (formal or savant). Most of my neighbors are ‘street smart’ types and I feel horrible if and when they hear my educated prattle. I fear that they’ll think me a snob.

I’ve dozens of other examples.

I like things ‘just so’... my coffee has to be in the form of freshly dark-roasted beans from a specific region of Sumatra and from a specific roaster; freshly ground and prepared with cold filtered water and brewed by one of two specific methods. My neurological disease, though, robs me of the ability to ‘taste,’ sometimes, and I probably couldn’t discern Sanka from Sumatra at those times.

Is the latter a form of snobbery? I don’t know.

These days the only feelings I have on my torso are on my nipples (maybe because they’re pierced? I don’t know — this rapidly progressing disease is a monster) yet I continue to purchase only silk shirts. Not out of affection or snobbery, but habit.

But.

I don’t let alternative facts slide and I’m quick to correct and argue. In my most manic/godlike episodes, I’m a know-it-all, certain that I’m smarter than any of my peers (even though I acquiesce to my perceived superiors).

I’m a mess. And I’m unstable more often than not. I can only do what I do but I try like hell to be kind.

I also look others directly in the eye even knowing that my overly-brilliant green eyes (or, now, right eye) can be unnerving.

These days I’m pursuing pure pleasure and kindness towards others. I’m finding that the two compliment one another and are in no way mutually exclusive.

But I think that I’m snobbish; or can be.