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Things I hate, in no particular order:
1. Rain. Stupid, endless, drizzling rain, that seems oddly comforting at nine am when you don't have to be up, but irritating as fuck at midday when you've been asleep for fourteen hours and are still feeling like a grumpy miserable bitch.
2. Going out to buy food, because there is none in the house, oh no, but no one will come with you up the Cowley Road because they'd rather be ripped off at Westgate, so you end up tramping through the aforementioned miserable dripping rain through puddles and wet, sticky road-dust for what feels like miles, with hard-edged and heavy plastic bags cutting into your hands.
3. The fact that the day after Diwali, neither Tesco's nor anywhere else on the Cowley Road sells tealights, so you will have to go into town to get them again in the rain and begin to feel like you are incapable of getting anything done ever.
4. Halal shops, where you are absolutely terrified of going in and asking for said tealights, because you are irrationally convinced they will give you one appraising look and say, "Aha, you want tealights! You want them for Diwali! You are Hindu! Aha, we KEEL YOU NOW!"
5. Diwali. It was Diwali yesterday, and I couldn't do anything to celebrate because all there was was a Diwali bop - because yes, yes, I want to celebrate the only religious holiday I get by watching a bunch of people who don't know what it's about or indeed know about anything at all get stupidly shitfaced - and my parents forgot and didn't ring me, and no one even mentioned it, and in the rain and lack of tealights or fireworks or puja of any sort, it has that horrible rain-wet, no one cares, everyone-forgot-it's-Christmas feeling.
6. And yes, by the way, I am at that time again where I am sick of everyone having to get pissed all the time, and I especially hate it when people think the fact they were drunk excuses them being horrible, rude, inconsiderate, stupid and pathetic bundles of idiocy. And I also hate it when people call me uptight. YOU WOULD BE FUCKING UPTIGHT TOO IF YOU WERE FOREVER CLEANING UP AFTER DRUNKEN IDIOTS.
6. Work. Fifty pages of reading to be done today, and I won't get a chance to go in and get the tealights before everything closes at four, and besides, I have to do laundry.
...wah.
Happy Diwali to all, incidentally. It seems exceptionally hard to believe on a day like this, but it is a festival of colour and joy and light, where people are happy and eat nice food and give gifts and have fireworks with their families. I wanted to cook something nice tonight, and put tealights, or diya, everywhere like we would at home, but no. I'm too busy irrationally hating everyone.
1. Rain. Stupid, endless, drizzling rain, that seems oddly comforting at nine am when you don't have to be up, but irritating as fuck at midday when you've been asleep for fourteen hours and are still feeling like a grumpy miserable bitch.
2. Going out to buy food, because there is none in the house, oh no, but no one will come with you up the Cowley Road because they'd rather be ripped off at Westgate, so you end up tramping through the aforementioned miserable dripping rain through puddles and wet, sticky road-dust for what feels like miles, with hard-edged and heavy plastic bags cutting into your hands.
3. The fact that the day after Diwali, neither Tesco's nor anywhere else on the Cowley Road sells tealights, so you will have to go into town to get them again in the rain and begin to feel like you are incapable of getting anything done ever.
4. Halal shops, where you are absolutely terrified of going in and asking for said tealights, because you are irrationally convinced they will give you one appraising look and say, "Aha, you want tealights! You want them for Diwali! You are Hindu! Aha, we KEEL YOU NOW!"
5. Diwali. It was Diwali yesterday, and I couldn't do anything to celebrate because all there was was a Diwali bop - because yes, yes, I want to celebrate the only religious holiday I get by watching a bunch of people who don't know what it's about or indeed know about anything at all get stupidly shitfaced - and my parents forgot and didn't ring me, and no one even mentioned it, and in the rain and lack of tealights or fireworks or puja of any sort, it has that horrible rain-wet, no one cares, everyone-forgot-it's-Christmas feeling.
6. And yes, by the way, I am at that time again where I am sick of everyone having to get pissed all the time, and I especially hate it when people think the fact they were drunk excuses them being horrible, rude, inconsiderate, stupid and pathetic bundles of idiocy. And I also hate it when people call me uptight. YOU WOULD BE FUCKING UPTIGHT TOO IF YOU WERE FOREVER CLEANING UP AFTER DRUNKEN IDIOTS.
6. Work. Fifty pages of reading to be done today, and I won't get a chance to go in and get the tealights before everything closes at four, and besides, I have to do laundry.
...wah.
Happy Diwali to all, incidentally. It seems exceptionally hard to believe on a day like this, but it is a festival of colour and joy and light, where people are happy and eat nice food and give gifts and have fireworks with their families. I wanted to cook something nice tonight, and put tealights, or diya, everywhere like we would at home, but no. I'm too busy irrationally hating everyone.
