I care not what others think of what I do, but I care very much about what I think of what I do! That is character!
Having to cook for myself on a daily basis. (Just yesterday, I made hummus that tastes like a bowl of cement.)
That my house won’t be spic and span when I expire. (And that I’m naked.)
Feeling like shit and not knowing why. (Having a general idea makes me feel a little better.)
Going for walks and having a dog chase after me.
Racism. (Overt or covert, it’s all the same.)
Some random dude yelling “Hey, Shawty” at me with a bad set of teeth. (I wouldn’t mind so much if he was Denzel-like. Know what I’m saying? With good teeth, I mean.)
Having gas. (Shit happens, don’t it?)