I hate when I have trouble opening a jar or bottle I closed myself earlier -- a time when, obviously, I possessed superhuman strength and no regard for the weaker me I would eventually become.
I'm done being nice and listening to my female friends complain about the men the choose to be with. Either get rid of him or stop venting to me about them! And why I'm at it, don't tell me all the good guys are taken when I am in fact a good guy.