I don't like.

I don't like the sound made when the tongue unsticks from the roof of the mouth. Or the feeling that you get when you focus on any one part of your body, a tickling nothing. I don't like being pacified or touched softly when I'm annoyed. I don't like men whose faces turn weak and ugly without warning (was there a warning?). I don't like being bored. Passive aggressiveness. Awkward pauses and drawn out explanations. I don't like being told to stop asking questions, being misunderstood, having to maintain a reputation. I don't like doilies on dresses or frizzy, half up with a gold barrette church hair. I don't like monotony, uniformity, predictability. I don't like tediousness, dirt under my fingernails, or fake smiles. I don't like not being able to say everything that I have to. I don't like that I don't have much of a choice.