Of a thousand suns? How 'bout a billion!!!

I have searing hatred of:

Being lied to. I understand - I'm a trusting, doe-eyed creature, so it's really tempting to lie as the easy way out, since I will believe you until otherwise proven wrong. But once you are proven wrong I will hate you forever and also write angry letters to your superiors.

Being sick. Until this recent bout, I'd been bouncing back within 1-2 days of any minor ailment (FRANTICALLY KNOCKING. On the wood.) for as many years back as I can remember. Of course, I've got a short memory, but I think this time around I'll try to remember and be more sympathetic towards sickly folk, as I can now Technicolor-vividly recall the feeling of a body that protests, "but we just got up yesterday!"

Being thwarted by weather. Which includes travel and work plans, attempts at gathering food, and flying and otherwise inconvenient pieces of ice.

Being woken up. I fight it with every fiber of my being, which includes my limbs. That's why my sister devised ingenious methods of waking me up that incorporate thrown objects (including water), jumping nearby or on me, and alarm clocks that dodge attempts at shutting them the hell up. However, the easiest way to wake me is simply to call me in the middle of the night. I will ignore calls made at a reasonable, daytime or morning hour - that's what voice mail is for. However, I can somehow sense when calls are being made at a completely inappropriate hour of the night (say, 3 AM) and then I rush, adrenalin pounding, fear immediately mounting, to answer the phone call the surely means someone dear has been horribly mangled, sickened, or lost. (Guess what? If there isn't blood on the ground, lights flashing, general rending of garments/gnashing of mine or others' teeth and/or imminent rescue required of me, there's simply no way I want to hear from you at this hour.) And regardless of whether I am required to perform heroics, I will not be able to fall back asleep because fear and hate are both leading causes of wakefulness.

There are many other objects of my mind-numbing hatred, including rapists, cruel parents, and all things Barbie (the last two are not related), but these are the ones on my mind at the red hot (a billion suns!!) moment.