I love all the singing I get to do (because I love singing), but there are times when I really hate it. I can only force my voice/diaphragm/whatever the hell I'm using to produce mucho volume so many times a week. Especially when I'm not getting decent amounts of sleep.
I hate group projects (sometimes), because as the whole world knows, I am amazingly lazy, and when a project fails and it's my fault, I feel horrible. You'd think this would mean I rectify my nature or whatever, but no. I'm a procrastinator through and through, and there are many times when I hate that. At least on individual projects, only one grade suffers for my mistake.
I hate temperamental bus schedules, or rather, how every single AC transit bus refuses to follow the schedule either dictated by the sign next to its stop or whatever the hell google maps is using. If I come early, it's late. If I come a little bit late, it's early or on time. Fate has a way with, I don't know, inconveniencing my life. I'd like to blame it on Karma, but I honestly don't think I'm that bad of a person. But who knows.
I hate how people don't seem to understand that my parents are not going to let me out of the house if you inform me of some meeting or whatever that we have to have less than 24 hours before the event itself. It's not going to happen. Maybe when I start driving, but the delay of that is my fault, and whatever.
I hate how in the real world, even if you want to scream someone's ear off for being unresponsive and never replying to you and/or being a general pain in the ass, if you need them more than they need you, you need to shut up all the frustration and ask them politely in a sickeningly sweet voice. Maybe not the last part, but politely nonetheless.
I hate being a translator. I don't have to do this often, but when I do, I hate it. Let's face it: I'm only fluent in one language. That means whatever the hell you're asking me to translate, it's going to be disjointed. From Chinese to English or from English to Chinese or whatever. I'm going to get frustrated, and I have a short temper, and it's not going to be pretty.
I hate how I forgot why I decided to call this Obligations and Zombies and will probably remember much, much later, and how I had to come up with all these pseudo-obligations so the title would kinda fit.
I do not hate Zombie Haiku, which is so far, quite hilarious. I now also want to go on a zombie craze (meaning, watch zombie movies, read zombie books, etc. Not eating brains).
Jamie
who now wishes she were a zombie because that way, she wouldn't really hate everything now, would she? She wouldn't even have anything to hate in the first place. Besides fellow zombies. Because they are competition. According to Mecum's zombies, that is.