What I Actually Hate

Some people hate onions and spinach. Others despise meatloaf, homework, snakes or traffic. I never cared for olives, men in kilts, annoying zealous folks, horror movies, math class, competitive sports or bridges. All the while Kalysta loves to tell me that I am very disagreeable, though I try not to focus on the negatives. However if I may say so, there is one thing above all that I hate with a passion. California.

I really really really really really really really hate California.

If I stay away for long enough I feel the beginnings of nostalgia for my birth state but generally those are feelings followed by horrifically bad memories of heat waves, an ugly landscape and excessive boredom. Not to mention earth quakes, annual drought, parades of bleached blonds, radio stations in languages I don't understand and road rage stretched to the max. Sure there are half a dozen theme parks located within an hour, the beach is quite lovely and if you are of the legal drinking age, lots of entertainment. California makes a half decent tourist area.

Beauty is in the eye of its beholder. I'd never go so far as to insult the person who adores California. I'm genuinely glad for anyone who has found a place to call home.

The idea of spending three more months here makes me want to throw up. Yet on the other side of those three months lies freedom. If I fulfill my responsibility I am free. It makes it worthwhile. I expect to have to fly down here a few times a year for some week long excursions, but I can actually live my life afterwords. I won't have to live in fear of having someone take away my happiness anymore. I'll be so happy to be poor and free then kept on a leash.