I hate...
That until I was 6 I wanted a pet spider. Then I met my sister and SOMEHOW got it in my head that all spiders are evil and I should run from them screaming, and return armed with the flattest shoe in the house. And if I can't reach it, the spider is named "Bob" and the light stays on until A) he moves or B) my mom's up to carry out the assassination.
That people think just cause I'm 5' tall and petite I'm the perfect thing to harass. Until I open my mouth and chew them out without a single cuss word. Then they turn all chicken and can't even defend their previous accusation. Really? Insult me with something better. There's a reason my mom's trying to convince me to become a lawyer.
People who can't "live" without the internet, and then follow you around proceeding to tell you about how they can't "live" without the internet. For eight freaking hours. (Go play out in the snow, read a book, meditate, draw, flip crayons, make a stupid paper football and fling it around, SOMETHING!!!!)
Birds. More than one bird. More than one bird in one area. More than one bird in one area coming toward me. The birds that dive around us on the campus field as students walk to class. That birds are so cute and colorful and make awsome noises, but I see one and go "O_O get it awaaaaaay. now." "Why?" "it's eeeeevil" "it's a bird" "uh huh.. that's what it wants you to think"
That my mom got a puppy less than 5 days after my dog died. I get home and have to deal with it for a weekend without her. Freaking deaf-attention-loving-puppy that for some ungodly reason we can't figure out, adores me.
People who love Eeyore or Piglet and refuse to acknowledge the rest of the 100-Acre Wood group as lovable. Same with Tweetie-Bird fans.
I'm sure I have more...