Accidents...
...like biting my tongue, burping aloud or tripping on the sidewalk leave me with that intense but very fleeting anger, and sometimes shame. I also hate farting audibly when I thought it was going to be a silent one or realizing that I've been seen rearranging my underwear in my butt when I thought I was alone in the room. Sometimes I wish everyone around me would die. That happens when I am walking on the street and my recently-shaven vulva starts to itch like a bitch. It is so intense that not scratching almost brings tears to my eyes and only through a superhuman effort do I manage to not walk funny.
These I absolutely hate.
These I absolutely hate.