Let Me Alone in this Dream World

I'm in a rotten mood. So if you don't want to hear me whinge, look away now. What I want to whinge about can't be whinged about on the world wide web, so I will whinge about other things, unrelated, but still whingeable. Ready? I hate. I hate biryani with nuts and raisins. I hate it when people do the washing up in washing up bowls and don't rinse the cutlery in clean running water. I hate it when people talk while they are eating: the sight of saliva mixed with mechanically digested food is gross. I hate leaking shower trays. I hate it when people drive at half the speed limit (unless they are elderly). I hate socialising for the sake of socialising, mingling with people and irrelevant chitchat about nothingness for the sake of keeping up appearances. I hate that I have put on 5 kilos and despite controlling my diet bigtime not being able to lose it. I hate badly crafted jewellery. I hate over-fried prawns and under-cooked prawns. I hate bullies. I hate it when people chimatt you; especially when they are muslim, married and non-mahram; if the non-muslims understand and can keep their distance, why can't the muslims!? I hate listening to bad language, reading bad grammar, bad spelling and smoking. I also hate show-offs and people who string you along without clarifying their intentions. I hate that I'm in triangular situation where the opposing views of the other two are the reverse of what they were two years ago, while my view remains. I hate that I feel like I'm living in a dream world. I give up. Rather, I wish I could give up but something inside urges me on...to keep going...keep trying. I do, however, like my recently discovered Astral cream though. Alhamdulillah.