I have not been being good about my hating recently.
Hate: People who backdoor brag/fish for compliments. If you're proud of something you did, it's fine. But if it was really all that great, people would already acknowledge it. You should not have to say anything about it to bring attention to yourself. It's the general lack of humble-ness that really bothers me. Not to mention, you aren't being slick. It's not like people don't know you are bragging about yourself or that you want them to compliment you about something. There have been many occasions where someone has wanted me to compliment them on something and I just refuse because it annoyed me so much that they had to call attention to themselves so ridiculously. Then there is a moment of awkwardness where they are waiting for me to say something and I just stare at them. It's actually not awkward at all. It's pretty hilarious because I'm not sure they know that I am doing this on purpose. As for the backdoor bragging, if I EVER say "wow" to you in conversation, it does not mean I'm impressed with whatever you are talking about, it means you are bragging so much that I am about to punch you and I want you to shut the f up. Seriously. I want to stab your swelling ego with a pitchfork.
Love: Stache Bash. Well every Stache Bash up to 2010, which was absolutely atrocious. It's a party thrown generally by people associated with the Rutgers ultimate frisbee team and is the best party ever. Guys have to grow a mustache, and if no mustache is grown, an epic one will be drawn on with permanent marker. No beards either. Someone mans the door at all times with permanent markers and razor in hand. Unfortunately, Stache Bash will never be the same now that the Rutgers men's ultimate frisbee team think they're a frat instead of a bunch of nerds who play frisbee, but I am at least happy to have gone to the ridiculously epic Stache Bash's of the past and hosted an amazing one myself.
Love,
theGrump
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