Don’t you hate it when you keep mistyping “Korra” as “Korea”.
Don’t you hate it when a simple quiz just brings the whole, sad truth to light.
Don’t you hate it when you ask your Magic 8 Ball if you’ll ever be happy and it responds, “Very doubtful”.
Don’t you hate it when a pentatonic scale makes you sad instead of happy.
Don’t you hate it when a weird dream puts you in a bad mood right at the beginning of the day.
Don’t you hate it when the two kids you hated in elementary school did actually make it when they moved to LA in middle school.
Don’t you hate it when the most beautiful love story of all time turns into a massive fireball of pain and anguish.
Don’t you hate it when men’s rights activists completely distract you from your finals. (The comments get worse.)
(Here is the feminist response.)
Don’t you hate it when you’re having a nice conversation with someone you haven’t talked to in years, and then they go and bring up that time you almost had sex in high school.
Don’t you hate it when you have a two and a half hour conversation with someone who just got out of a relationship three days ago (albeit, over the Internet).