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10 Things I Hate About Me
Everyone thinks I’m weird. Here’s why.
A little backstory: in therapy once, I complained that people don’t like me because I’m weird — my hobbies are weird, my tastes are weird, even my problems are weird (the only woman in the world trying to gain weight rather than lose it, FML).
Because therapy is apparently all about making you relive childhood trauma, she set me some homework: work on self-acceptance. I figured I’d finally make a start by attempting to own all of the things that make me abnormal.
1.) I hate water
Here’s a fun experiment: try telling someone you don’t like the taste of plain water and record their reaction. It will probably look something like this:
“Water doesn’t have a taste!” they’ll say. But it does. It tastes of disappointment. Of wasted potential. That glass of water could have been something beautiful. All it needed was a few drops of cordial. Hell, even a slice of lemon would have been better than nothing. But no, you decided to serve up this aborted dream of a drink instead.
