Charley’s top ten hates.
I recently wrote this article, and since my blogs are not interesting in the slightest, I thought I’d use this instead. Find it in my portfolio section, under Articles.
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People who cannot get it into their heads that “a lot” is two words. “I’ve been partying alot.” “I eat alot.” Firstly “alot” isn’t even a word. Idiot. Secondly, it doesn’t even make logical sense. The word “lot” implies there is an ambundance of something. You wouldn’t say “I eat abundance of food.” You would say I eat AN abundance of food. But would you say “I eat anabundance of food.” No. Because that would be stupid. Think about it.
People that pronounce the letter ‘H’ like so: ‘Hay-ch’. The correct way to pronounce it is ‘Ay-ch.’ I don’t know how you can actually get your mouth into that shape to say Haych. It’s much easier to say Aych anyway, so why don’t you?
People that don’t make grammatical sense when writing. “I went down to the beach it was, sunny and hot we went in the sea. and the A shark came and we were fritend.” For God’s sake. You’re not five.
People that use text language when in a conversation. “OMG get this!” Just, no.
People who seem to think that “being random” is a desirable trait. On cross examination of some self confessed “random” people, I conclude that “being random” in fact translates as acting like a dickhead. Why would you do that to yourself?
People who dye a chunk of their hair pink. Sorry love, you’re not individual, different, cool, exciting or non-conformist because you have a nice splattering of wash in - wash out shite in your hair. One, it looks rubbish, and two, I’ve seen about ten people proudly sporting the same awful mess in the last eight minutes. Oh, burn.
Impolite people. Wouldn’t hurt to smile, or say please once in a while, would it?
People who pick fights with teachers and then profess to ‘hate them’ because they give them detention. “Mr Green is WELL HORRIBLE! I told him I wouldn’t do the homework and he sent a letter home! WHAT A PRICK!” Well, dumbass, who’s fault is that?
People who spend nine tenths of their time talking about how they got wrecked last weekend. It’s actually - shock horror - not interesting.
People who want to be way older then they are. This actually scares me. A lot. (Note: two words).