I dislike waste. I always feel like I am wasting time, unless I‘m fully immersed in something. When I’m tired, I don’t feel the time passing, but I don’t like feeling tired.

I don’t like passivity. I don’t like giving up. I don’t like giving in. I don’t like conflict avoidance.

I dislike towns that feel too safe. I dislike gated communities.

I dislike addiction. I hate manipulators. I hate predators. users.
I dislike unfairness.

I dislike it when you don’t pay attention. I dislike laziness. I dislike flakiness.
I dislike ignorance when it’s from lack of effort.
I dislike excuses especially when they have been used before. I dislike repetition. I dislike going back to the room I was in to remember why I left the room.

I dislike dishonesty. I dislike thieves. I dislike selfishness. I dislike negativity and fear.

I dislike denial. I dislike secrets. I dislike too much information. I dislike name dropping.

I dislike television. I dislike movie theaters. popcorn. 

I dislike doors, walls, borders, boundaries, security guards, policemen, chains, ropes, bureaucracy, limits, ceilings, cars. Feeling confined or closed in. I dislike airports. I dislike hospitals or nursing homes. I dislike tract homes. Shopping malls.

I never liked being rushed. I didn’t like to be asked “What are you waiting for, Christmas?” I don’t like being called “Sir.”

I dislike when people ask “Can I ask you a question?” I dislike when people open a question by stating “Question…” I dislike when people start a sentence with “Actually…” I dislike the question “How are you?” I dislike when retail people welcome you when you walk in the door. I dislike Japanese restaurants that YELL when you walk in or leave. I dislike when the waitress says “Are you still working on that sandwich?” I dislike when artists talk about their “work.” I dislike the word work. I dislike when people use irony in a boring shitty way, like “This is just great” or “that sounds fantastic” when they mean the opposite. 

I dislike when people say their dog is “doing it’s business.” I dislike talking about bowel movements. I dislike it when people are taller than me.

I dislike anybody named Brian, other than Brian Wilson. I dislike Mrs. Pollinger from kindergarten. I dislike identity. I dislike the word “I.” I dislike the word “interesting” and I dislike the word “like.”

I dislike pre-judging or prejudice. I dislike know-it-alls. I dislike small talk. I dislike to hear people ramble on. I dislike overly wordy things that don’t get to the point. I hate bad breath. I hate coffee because it gives me bad breath. I don’t like that I am prone to be vague and confusing. I hate to be misunderstood. I dislike telemarketers, and psychiatrists.