very sorry to confess one of my most unpleasant traits, which is my distaste for the beach... every summer i am reminded that it is not for me because i hate to swim and i hate the sun and i hate wearing a bathing suit and i hate how the sand sticks to my legs but i go anyway because i love seeing my friends happy more than i hate any of these things!!
i used to be such a hater, and of course there are ways it still shines through, but it’s exhausting to think everything everyone else does is embarrassing all the time. like yeah crocs are cringe, but that’s kind of the point? if it’s not hurting anyone, if it’s just someone being happy and enjoying something, why be a hater??
love going out of my way to complain about and make fun of the smallest things with my friends. this is our bread and butter, what gets us through the day...
If you’re feeling like a pacified balloon person bobbing between bland aesthetics and anodyne conversation and the siren song of someone else’s outrage… I can recommend really truly clearly and articulately disliking something.
Pulling out the exact thread of your distaste. Being at the ready to defend your hatred to yourself in the shower or when, like, Saltburn or something comes up over drinks. Helps the world feel real.
Disambiguation: not to be confused with a hot take or a rant in the style of a podcaster making content for YouTube shorts (‘send this to someone who hates pickle juice on pizza!’)
Related: self righteous shower arguments
red, yellow, and blue? sine, cosine, and tangent? the holy trinity? newton’s three laws of motion? snap, crackle, and pop? the past, the present, and the future? id, ego, and superego? solid, liquid, and gas? rock, paper, and scissors?