How did laundry get to be such a chore? It used to be that I would come home from work/school and throw a load in the washer. I'd throw it in the dryer before I went to bed and grab it out the next morning. I'd do laundry two or three times a week and everything was clean except for what I was wearing. It never bothered me. Now I hate doing laundry. It seems like no matter how much I wash, the laundry basket is always full.

When did snow become an evil blanket from hell? I used to look forward to snow days. I remember a time when I would see snow out the window and I would rush to get dressed so I could go play in the snow. I would have snow fights. I would make snow angels. If there was enough snow we would make a snow man. Now I hate snow. I hate it because I get stuck in my house with nothing to do. If I have to go out, I dread it because everybody forgets how to drive.

Speaking of that, when did driving become something I hate? I used to love driving. My friends and I would pile in my truck and drive around all day. I didn't care where we were going, as long as we ended up somewhere. Now I hate driving. Other drivers stress me out all the time. They're driving too slow or they're cutting me off and making me hit my brakes.

When did I become so bitter and cynical? When did I start to hate people? When did I start to hate the things that I love? When did I start to hate everything? What happened to me?