Don't Hate The Hater, Hate The Hate! - - - - - Part 17

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I hate the 13 hour day I have ahead of me. Gross

That's overkill. :dry:

I hate that my father is going through chemo and is just wasting away. He's 5'3" and has worn the same size 32 pants since high school. He did not have a lot of body mass to lose and now he's getting so thin. The really hard part is that, unlike my mother who went through chemo and had a mastectomy in 2011, I just don't see him coming out of the other side of this alive. I hate that he most likely will go through all this pain and it all not matter one damned bit.

Sorry to hear that, man. :csad:
 
That's overkill. :dry:



Sorry to hear that, man. :csad:


It is what it is. We all have these things in life. I will say this. It just hurts like hell. That I can't do anything. There is nothing to fight or struggle with but my own emotions. And I just went through this with my mom. In fact, my mother had just finished with her reconstruction surgery when my father got his diagnosis. It's like "You think it's gonna be sunshine and lollipops from here on out. Sorry."

But that's life for the human animal I suppose.
 
I hate that my father is going through chemo and is just wasting away. He's 5'3" and has worn the same size 32 pants since high school. He did not have a lot of body mass to lose and now he's getting so thin. The really hard part is that, unlike my mother who went through chemo and had a mastectomy in 2011, I just don't see him coming out of the other side of this alive. I hate that he most likely will go through all this pain and it all not matter one damned bit.
:csad: Chemo is a b***h. I had a friend who was very thin to start with, before he was diagnosed with cancer, and chemo made him so weak he could only walk with a cane down his driveway and back.

Your father has choices. The doctors often ask if he'll want to continue the chemo or not (because everyone knows chemo is a b***h), and it's his choice to make. What little control he has over the body that's betraying him, might as well exercise it.

It can be a hard decision, though. We all die eventually, but the hope of a successful treatment can trump the fact that chemo is a b***h.

It is what it is. We all have these things in life. I will say this. It just hurts like hell. That I can't do anything. There is nothing to fight or struggle with but my own emotions. And I just went through this with my mom. In fact, my mother had just finished with her reconstruction surgery when my father got his diagnosis. It's like "You think it's gonna be sunshine and lollipops from here on out. Sorry."

But that's life for the human animal I suppose.
My dad felt the same way when the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with my mom. (She'd had severe lower abdominal and back pain for years.) It felt like he wasn't doing his job as husband, protector of the family. It's really hard.

I don't believe the saying "God only gives you what you can handle." That's BS. Terrible things happen to good people, and it's up to our human intellect and our propensity to make sense of our chaotic world, that desperately tries to put a story together.

The only thing that's real and grounded is the relationships we have with the ones we love.
 
:csad: Chemo is a b***h. I had a friend who was very thin to start with, before he was diagnosed with cancer, and chemo made him so weak he could only walk with a cane down his driveway and back.

Your father has choices. The doctors often ask if he'll want to continue the chemo or not (because everyone knows chemo is a b***h), and it's his choice to make. What little control he has over the body that's betraying him, might as well exercise it.

It can be a hard decision, though. We all die eventually, but the hope of a successful treatment can trump the fact that chemo is a b***h.


My dad felt the same way when the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with my mom. (She'd had severe lower abdominal and back pain for years.) It felt like he wasn't doing his job as husband, protector of the family. It's really hard.

I don't believe the saying "God only gives you what you can handle." That's BS. Terrible things happen to good people, and it's up to our human intellect and our propensity to make sense of our chaotic world, that desperately tries to put a story together.

The only thing that's real and grounded is the relationships we have with the ones we love.


Thank you for the kind words. I went through ten years of Catholic School. So of course... I'm an atheist. That being said, everything from the mind of man has it's limitations, and there are days I wish I could believe in a higher power. But I just can't. I'll stop now since this is the HATE thread and not the Atheist thread. But again, thanks for taking the time to write something. As a lurker here I often noticed you in many threads that dealt with politics and science and you often brought a smile to my face.
 
Thank you for the kind words. I went through ten years of Catholic School. So of course... I'm an atheist. That being said, everything from the mind of man has it's limitations, and there are days I wish I could believe in a higher power. But I just can't. I'll stop now since this is the HATE thread and not the Atheist thread. But again, thanks for taking the time to write something. As a lurker here I often noticed you in many threads that dealt with politics and science and you often brought a smile to my face.
Thank you for your kind words. :yay: I haven't been in the politics threads in a while, but that's because I no longer have the time to keep up or get angry at circular arguments. :funny: I'm trying to make the most of my time on this earth, trying to go big and not be afraid to do things. My aforementioned friend passed away earlier this year. He was 31. I'm 29. It's extremely unlikely, but you never know when it's your time.

Again, the human mind's attempt to find meaning in tragically cosmically meaningless things.

I don't believe in a higher power that takes care of us from day to day, but I don't discount the existence of a higher power that allowed us the gift of life. Being alive is a gift. Even when it's painful and feels horrible and sad....I believe it's a gift.

And when you have to face mortality, it's nice to hear some words about our loved ones somehow living on when they're physically gone. I have a (non-church-going) Bible scholar friend I hit up when I need it.

I hope things get better for you and your family. Hurting sucks. :csad:
 
I hate feeling like I'm being depended on or relied on. Not in the sense that I have a job or task that has been given to me, but more so in the sense that when I'm trying to enjoy some of my free time on my own, others come along and expect me to drop what I'm doing for them. My mom does this a lot on the weekend to the point where I get really stressed out because I don't have any free time during the week, so I try to cram in everything I want to do into two days, but I can't get much done because she keeps interrupting me every time she sees me.
 
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I hate that this pain in the back of my right heel is keeping me from doing any exercising.
 
Get well soon, Pyro
I don't like it when I feel bored sitting through something I really enjoy
 
I hate how early I wake up on my days off. I woke up, cooked & ate breakfast, cruised the internet for a while, started my laundry, ate lunch, washed this morning's and last night's dishes...

And now it's finally noon.
 
I hate how early I wake up on my days off. I woke up, cooked & ate breakfast, cruised the internet for a while, started my laundry, ate lunch, washed this morning's and last night's dishes...

And now it's finally noon.
I wish I had this problem on the weekends. Somehow I went to sleep early on Friday night and still woke up late on Saturday. I really feel like my days off are getting shorter and shorter because I barely get stuff done before its time to go back to work.
 
The trade-off is that I wake up between midnight and 1am the rest of the week.
 
I hate that McDonalds egg white mcmuffin commercial.
 
I hate the weekend is over & it's back to punching a clock tomorrow.
 
I hate the weekend is over & it's back to punching a clock tomorrow.

Just remember to use hand protection of some kind. You don't want to bust a knuckle or... Oh... You were using an idiom. My bad.. :yay:
 
This one is very petty. I hate that I just bought some sliced cantaloupe from the 24hr bodega around the corner from my job, and it was just tasteless mush. Screw you 24 hour bodega that's been feeding me since 2001! :argh:
 
I hate the thought of being confined in prison
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I hate that film school has now become an obnoxious pain. I loved the first three weeks, but now it just seems like this hideous obligation. Maybe it's how little sleep I'm getting, but I'm over it.
 
I hate that my fridge doesn't close properly sometimes.
 
I hate when fall comes and they change the schedule for certain TV channels, so when you go to watch your favorite show you see that it got moved to a different time or day.
 
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