…keep talking while you watch a movie.
I really need to find out where some people grew up because their behaviour is really shocking and annoying. I hate very much those I-know-too-much fellows who cannot let you follow a movie. As you watch, the joker keeps reminding you of what the actor meant by his last statement and how the same guy acted in part one of the same movie and a lot of crap. Please, shut up and let me watch. Please buddy, I can follow the movie pretty well without your guidance.
When I need any information I will ask you or even call the customer care number!
…send me text messages from unknown numbers.
Indeed The Hater is a very popular fellow around here. In case you know me already; good for you. However, do not imagine that I know you too.
I am not really interested in people that much, all I see are their behaviours so that I can hate or love (this I rarely do) them. It is very foolish of you to send me a text message from a number I cannot identify.
You expect me to look at the choice of words and then guess who it is, right? Well I am brilliant but I just don’t have that time. If you cannot add your name at the end of the message do not bother with the send button because my thumb will be waiting on the delete button.
…drink cheap liquor then head to expensive places.
Are you not tired of the credit crunch excuse by now? I am so tired and I have seen people doing the most silly of things all in the name of the credit crunch. I recently met a mentally deprived fellow at the club. He kept dancing like he was on the club’s payroll.
He seemed to enjoy himself more than anyone else. I later found out that the dude was so drunk but not on the drinks in the club’s counter but on cheap hard liquor.
In other words he wanted us to say he had spent a lot of money on alcohol and was now having the time of his life. Instead, he had simply imported his happiness from the slum to the club. If you cannot afford the drinks in the club, please, stay there in the slum and dance to your own whistling.
…always pretend to have outsourced their thinking.
Here my point is not to confuse you but to show you why my job of hating never seems to end. Have you met those empty headed fellows who never have an idea of their own? When (unfortunately) you are in a conversation with them, they keep agreeing to everything you say. When you mention something, they sheepishly open their mouths to inform you of how they were thinking of the exact same thing.
Having no ideas of your own is a sign that you have no prior experience of what we call thinking. After hating such people I often find myself on my knees praying for Jesus to redeem them. Hallelujah!
…have a habit of misinterpreting courtesy.
I really wonder why some girls and guys think that chatting with them means that you are interested in them that much. Last week I was talking to this girl and all she was doing was smiling and rolling her eyes. For a second I thought she had a problem with her eyes.
She later whispered in my ear that she had realised I was interested in her. I was so unimpressed that I had to whisper back,. “Lady, I am only interested in hating you. That is what I am paid to do!”
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