Once upon
a time there was this guy named Drew. Drew was a happy kind
of guy, not a care in the world.
Then one day, Drew started to notice things that he had somehow
always felt, but never really had tried to put into words. These
were things that pissed Drew off.
Drew was not whining, or trying to make anyone feel sorry for
him. Rather, Drew was starting to recognize
the things that truly bothered him;
the things that were no benefit to anyone,
the things that caused pain and inconveniance to Drew and the
people that he knew;
the things that tear down,
disrupt,
damage,
the things that sucked;
the things that I hate. |
I hate what Wal-mart has done to small
business.
I hate laws that are designed to protect stupid people.
I hate radio stations that play the same 15 "songs" all freaking
day.
I hate the fact that 95% of my "education" could be lumped
under: "Hey, let's memorize insignificant details for that
test and forget them later 101".
I hate what Wayerhouser, International Paper, and Georgia
Pacific have done to Arkansas
I hate Shimp... , He's no Curly
I hate Apathy
I hate urban sprawl.
I hate feeling like I need to smile when there is no reason
to do so.
I hate small towns that aquire more than 50% of their city
revenue from speeding tickets. So far, I've "donated" $243
(correction: $358; 3/27/01)to the town of Friendship Ark.
Those guys are gonna pay; I don't know how or when, but they're
gonna pay.
I hate watching people suffer.
10/29/00: - I hate looking back at missed opportunities
I hate hanging around people who spend most of thier time
talking about other people.
I hate being in a work environment where looking busy takes
precedence over productivity.
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The following
is a list. Drew had two or three items in mind that motivated
him to begin this project, and they were included from the start.
Items are, and will not be included on a whim. They must first
be anylized and observed, ensuring that they are not simply
the result of some deeper underlying item.
Preferably, this anylization process will take place when Drew
is in College Algebra or perhaps Masters of Western Literature,
when there are no other distractions that Drew is willing to
let his mind pay attention to. During these times of intense
meditation, Drew will draw from his years of misfortune, and
determine the underlying factors of the things that vex him.
Drew's "things that I hate" will have meager beginings, but
as sure as time passes, Drew will recieve further inspiration
from his daily exhistance..., and the list will get "more
bigger". |
