Things I hate

I hate the caps on concentrated laundry detergent that are big enough to hold 10 times the liquid needed for a load, with a fill-to-here line inside the cap that is nearly invisible. If you are doing the laundry, doesn?Äôt it seem reasonable to fill the cap to the rim? If you do, you are literally pouring money down the drain.

I hate it when I go to the grocery store with a coupon and then forget to use it.

I hate that low-rise jeans are in style and that the term, ?Äúmom jeans?Äù was ever invented.

I hate telemarketers who call even though my number is listed with the Do Not Call Registry. How can they get away with this, and where are the phone registry police when you need them?

I hate that there?Äôs not a dislike button on Facebook, for when someone posts something sad and you don?Äôt want to like it because that would be like liking the person?Äôs disaster.

I hate when my kids move the ChapStick from its rightful place on the kitchen shelf to their pockets.

I hate when they eat the last of the ice cream and then put the empty container back into the freezer.

I hate that after watching just about any 30-minute infomercial, I am totally convinced I have a real need for the product they are selling. I also hate that I can get sucked into a 30-minute infomercial. I want to believe I?Äôm smarter than that. I hate that I?Äôm not.

I hate when I accidentally hit the wrong button on my car keys and my vehicle starts honking incessantly and I have no idea how to make it stop.

I hate junk email that doesn?Äôt have a link to unsubscribe and tells me I am overweight, have wrinkles or need Garcinia Cambogia, which I have no clue what that is.

Since we?Äôre on the topic of email, I hate being coerced into providing my address to various retail stores with the threat I?Äôll miss out on important coupons if I don?Äôt, and then they barrage me with daily emails and I spend more time hitting the delete button than using their coupons.

I hate that I can?Äôt keep my phone screen clean and shiny.

I hate and am embarrassed by the fact that pet hair permeates every nook and cranny of my house. No matter how often I vacuum. It knows no bounds.

I hate when I forget someone?Äôs name and I hate how often I commit this error.

I suppose I could go on, but this line of thinking messes with my mojo. I don?Äôt like it when my glass is half empty and would rather pay attention to what I enjoy. Focusing on the things I dislike puts me in a bad mood. And I hate that.

Jill Pertler is an award-winning syndicated columnist, playwright and author of ?ÄúThe Do-It-Yourselfer?Äôs Guide to Self-Syndication.?Äù You can read more and follow her column on the Slices of Life page on Facebook.