Haterade

-
I love it when my friends and I like the same things.

But my closest friends? I have a theory our friendships are close because we adamantly hate the same things. Especially random, trivial things. A random sampling: the rhythm method/turquoise clothing/being called Becky/adult contemporary music/movies about animals. (All shared hates with close friends.)

When I can love someone for the things they hate, I know I really love them.

Comments

Anonymous said…
That's hilarious. I think you're right though, at least in my relationships.

I've found people through commonalities but have really gotten close through mutual hatred.

Things I hate?
• Green beans
• Idiots
• People who take anything they see or are told at face value
• People who talk/rustle during movies
• People missing teeth
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Technodoll said…
rotfmao! looks like i'll have to love you two, so far your lists are miiiine! :-D
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Rebecca Foster said…
Sweet things: I knew there was a reason I liked you!

That movie thing? Ugh. Want to strap them down and duct tape their mouths shut. And leave them there overnight.

Techno: what is your list? Inquiring minds want to know.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Anonymous said…
Also on my list:
• People who don't use their turn signal
• People who don't eat/won't try anything ethnic
• People who don't say "excuse me" when they bump into you
• Country music

Oh, and cold feet pressed against me in the middle of the night.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Rebecca Foster said…
You know, when I was in Thailand someone said to me, "Thais think Americans only eat bread and milk." I said, 'Well, if you think about it, in one form or another, that's almost true." We do love our dairy and carbs. You're right: cutting out ethnic food means missing out on an entire range of experiences. As you said elsewhere, it says a lot about a person who closes themselves off to a range of food experiences. I would also say, who closes themselves off to new sensory experiences. I hate that.

Country music makes sense to me in Texas. Anywhere else, it's weird.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Really?!?? AKA, Cultural Mishaps in China, They Will Happen

-
After judging a speech competition all morning at a school that is not my own, I was asked to hand out the second place prizes. They also asked some other teachers, but I missed the details because they only gave them in Chinese and I didn’t understand everything. I was only supposed to hand out 4 of 12 prizes. But the prize girl kept handing me certificates, so I kept handing them out, while the audience laughed at me. I didn’t know what was going on, so I just kept going until someone stopped me. Later, I was interviewed for the school news, on video, and the girl interviewing me asked me this question: Random Girl: “When you made the mistake and everyone was laughing at you, what did you feel inside?” Really, random girl? Really? On camera you ask me this? Really? Two years ago, this would have devastated me. Now, I just have to laugh and say, “Oh well! Such is life in China.” Cultural mistakes will be made. It happens. For the record, I told her I felt that it is maybe go...
Read more

This One Time I Thought I Was Really Hot (But It Was Just The HVAC Talking)

-
Back in San Antonio, my friend Stacey had asked me to pick her up from the airport. It was full summer, and for those of you who haven't been in San Antonio in the summertime, you know that expression 'hot as an oven'? Well, I like to say San Antonio summers are 'hot as downwind from an exhaust pipe.' (Which means when you actually are downwind from an exhaust pipe, things get really unpleasant.) It's quite common for there to be a temperature difference of 35-40 degrees between indoor and outdoor air during a San Antonio summer. True story: I had a small heater at my work desk and turned it on in the summer, not winter, because the air conditioning was on so high in our building I froze to death at my desk. So anyway, I go straight from the gym to the airport to pick up Stacey. It's 10 pm but still around 100 degrees outside. Inside, it's a balmy 60 or so. Gotta give those tourists a false sense of comfort! I'm pacing a bit in the baggage area wa...
Read more