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I hate when i fart and it doesn't stink. It kinds feel like it wasn't worth the effort Mar 21 1:16 PM MST

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I hate it when I am in a car waiting for a red light to change and a pedestrian will be trying to use the crossing just as the lights are about to change and will end up standing in front of my car on the crossing when the lights change to green.
It's so predicatable that I can mentally estimate when the lights are about to change and look for the approching trouble. Sure enough, when I guess I have about twenty seconds to wait, I look left and right for the problem pedestrian and I can usually pick who it will be. Some idiot, wandering along with a blank look on their face who will get to the crossing, notice that the lights my way are red and as soon as they put their foot on the crossing - bang, the lights change and there you have it. Yet another fool standing in front of my car when the lights change.
The crossing sign has long ago gone to the 'wait' signal. They can see the green light for traffic in the other direction has gone to orange. It is obvious the lights are about to change and yet there will be someone in front of my car every bloody time!
I feel like running them over and removing them from the gene pool. We don't need people like that breeding. Apr 18 4:43 PM MST

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What I despisingly hate is simple: Utah's pseudo-social culture. This encompasses a copious array of topics, yet for the sake of brevity, I shall attempt to focus on a two-pronged approach to elucidating my emotional disposition on the above. First, in all of my travels, both throughout the United States and various nations around the world, I have never encountered a place as falsified and utterly absurd as this one. One may ask: well, then why don't you leave? A good and fair question, indeed. Believe me, I've moved out of this state numerous times, but familial obligations, like an implosive vortex, keeps bringing me back here. I do not hate girls, love, socialization, and all other things appertaining to such, but what I do absolutely hate . . . . .and I mean loathe . . . . .is that being LDS and single once you hit 30 here is the BLACK KISS OF DEATH FROM HELL. I'm divorced (by my own hand; I'm the one that filed for that separation) and I've had a number of relationships (many of which have NOT been in Utah), and despite the fact that I am not on the "hunt" (per se) to find a woman, I must express that too many of the people here (both male and female) are ridiculously uptight, paranoid, insecure, and essentially as fake as a plastic chatty cathy donnie doll. Sometimes I want to tell the people I continually meet to cut the crap and just be themselves: oooohhhhh, what a TERRIFYING idea! I just can't fathom it. Oh well, I'll be single for eternity. Hooray; I'm so thrilled about that. Take care, everyone. To conclude, I'll simply state that I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not. Peace. Jun 28 11:25 AM MST