Change = BAD

I hate change:

I hate moving
I hate the new facebook (AGAIN!!?!!? Seriously?!? I want to hit something...)
I hate new rules
I hate new dresscodes
I hate new laws
I hate repealing old laws
I hate new administrations
I hate new roommates (esp. when they aren't paying rent)

I also hate being around people who smoke. As if it weren't bad enough that second-hand smoke is more toxic than first-hand and can give you cancer, now we have third-hand smoke. Third hand smoke can creep through apartment walls if your neighbors smoke and (you guessed it) give you cancer.
So I hate that we have compromised and compromised and compromised and compromised until you only have rights if you want to destroy something.
If you want to give me cancer, yay for you! How dare I get pissed at your inadvertantly killing me.

Ok so those last paragraphs had very little to do with change, except for the fact that every day people grow less and less considerate of other people (which is my biggest pet peeve).

I swear I'm going to go live in a nice smoke free hermit-cave. Alone. Away from all the stupid people. Maybe then I'll manage not to get cancer or emphesema. I certainly wouldn't be angry over the new facebook because I doubt my cave will have wi-fi.