To say what I love is much harder to say what I hate. I mean if I speak about the little every day things. It is much easier to say that we love or hate the "big things" like friendship, love, honesty, justice, temperance, freedom, or egoism, violence, troubles, lust, venality, vanity (Narcissism)...I haven't said which one of those I love or hate so far, and you can already guess, because, usually people love the virtues and hate the vices, hopefully. And in this case it is as easy to say what I love and what I hate. So there are virtues and vices. Then there are the seven deadly sins. Sins are vices, but only some vices are sins. There are seven sins (humility against pride, kindness against envy, abstinence against gluttony, chastity against lust, patience against anger, liberality against greed, and diligence against sloth), and seven holy virtues (faith, hope, charity, fortitude, justice, temperance, prudence) : I just wonder how they chose the seven sins among all the existing vices possible:
Let's not get too depressed, let's see the virtues now, to cheer up
being beautiful in spirit
Aaahhh, I feel better now.
Well. Let's complicate everything now:
The seven sins were founded by the early Christian, and the seven virtues too, by a Roman poet, Christian too. There are also "Cardinal virtues" (Classic Western virtues: temperance prudence fortitude justice), four this time, and "Theological virtues" (in Christianity, love, hope, faith), three. 1 Corinthians: 13,thirteenth chapter of the First Epistle to the Corinthians, is also citing, categorizing, clasifying, picking up, choosing, electing, virtues and vices, throughout the description of agape, the concept of selfless love (derived from there the 7 contrary virtues: humility, kindness, abstinence, chastity, patience, liberality, diligence ). And I don't even talk about the Hindu virtues, the Islamic ones (Goodness, moral consciousness, patience, justice and fair-mindedness, cleanliness, trust in God, repentance), the Roman, Buddhist, Samurai ones. I have to had another layer of classification : virtues can be grouped into categories of values.
So now I just can say that I love to wake up in the middle of the night before an important exam day for example only to realize that I have still a few hours of sleep. I love to be half awake half asleep, like when one is struggling watching the end of a movie and finaly give up. Usually what happens here is that I close my eyes once just because it feels good, open them again to watch a bit more, and then I think that I can just close my eyes a few more minutes, because they start burning, and open them again soon, thinking that I won't miss anything of the movie because I would listen to the actors voices, dialogues, so it's going to be okay. And I do open my eyes again but I have actually slept and missed half an hour of the story. Then I just turn off the TV. Pointless. I love to study hard for a test, to be in a hurry because I have only a few hours before the exam, and then look at my notes to discover that I made a mistake, my test in in three days, I am free, and on the top of it, my work is all done.
I love to have too much things to do, to fight with my schedule, it really turns me crazy, and stressed, but I am just depressed when I have nothing to do, I don't remember the last time this happened actually.
I am going to contradict myself now, because I love also to find that I have an hour with nothing special to do, and fill it up with a nice walk, a great book, a sketch book, to draw, paint, write, swim. I love summer storms and fireworks. I love eating apple and any other fruit or vegetable that crunch and make a lot of noise. I am currently into carrots. I like eating grapefruit like if they were oranges. I like to be organised, to put things in boxes, figuratively, as I write for example, I need paragraphs, I love to untangle tangled ideas, but not to untangle my tangled cables. I love l'Oulipo.
I hate spending hours on the phone. But there are exceptions. I hate spending hours on TV. No exception. I hate infinitely repeated sounds, depends which ones. But the tic tac of my alarm clock it's okay, but not the cat next door. I hate chocolates with alcohol inside because one can never tell which ones are those. It's like hot peppers : never know which the bad and horribly hot ones are. I hate the chalk on the blackboard, and the fork grating a plate. I hate superactive people around me while I am having breakfast. I hate sarcasm, most of the times. I hate bank statements.