Hate Club.

If you’re like me you probably have a hard time expressing yourself. Hence, I’ve started this, my very own hate club, to convey to you (the world) my feelings so there won’t be any misunderstanding.

I’ll start off with pancakes . Yes, that’s right. You eat one and realize that somehow, subconsciously, it has let you down; so you take another and top it off with another delightful topping, but still it doesn’t seem quite right. The process repeats itself on and again until you find yourself chock-full and sickened with disappointment (or is it those #@*$%# pancakes?).

On the same topic we have omelettes . Gosh, they look good, don’t they? Every breakfast buffet at their egg counter with their long line of customers leave you more than time enough to decide just how you want your eggs. Or do they? Decisions, decisions, and then the pressure, so you go with the omelet because the guy in front of you did as will the next 3 or so behind you. It’s only when you’re half way through it that you realize just what it is that’s wrong and it’s not all the delicious ingredients inside–it’s the egg casing and it’s sickening. Mental note. In the future just scramble them.

Carrots. Aside from their exciting color and how cute they look in their mini form, they don’t register. It’s not until you look down and find half the bowl gone and an ache in your jaw from incessant chewing that you realize they’re not a worthy root to be planting in your stomach–not to mention once they’ve been cooked. Ewww.

Next on the roster we have shirts with those crooked seams. Can you believe someone actually designed those on purpose. I couldn’t believe it when I first threw one on and then spent the rest of the day trying to adjust it, because, really, what’s the point?! No, I don’t now look amazing. I look as if there is something off, like as if I wore my shirt inside out, but you’re not quite sure till you see the tag. Also, I believe it reflects your mental stability. Yes, I am judging you.

Now, if you’ve ever folded a fitted sheet  you’ll know what I’m saying when I add it here to my hate list. So maybe I have figured how the pros are folding them correctly, but I hate all those hours I’ve spent trying to perfect it, even still it’s just not right. Right is when the corners match up, the edges align, and the finished product lays flat. Perfection is the name of the game and until we’ve achieved such there will always be something to strive toward.