I hate penguins.

They are not as cute as everyone seems to think they are. If anything, I would say they are full of themselves. Trying to get all sorts of attention for doing things that everyone can do. Like walk. And swim.

Yet people love seeing them at the zoo. I'll admit it. I used to. Maybe it's because they were the only animal guaranteed to be out and moving. Everything else would be sleeping and not even remotely entertaining.

But not anymore.
I will not visit the penguins at the zoo. I am boycotting.

My hatred for this "bird" is somewhat recent. Actually it happened about 5 minutes ago. No, I take that back. It really started about 6 months ago. The final jab they just made at me was 5 minutes ago. And I've had enough.

I blame my dad, really. (It should be noted that I blame many people for why I am the way I am.) But, maybe that's just a perk of being a parent. You have the ability to form another human beings mind into believing whatever you want them to believe.

He probably sat up one night and thought to himself, wouldn't it be funny if I raised my daughter to despise a specific breed of bird?

Yeah, Dad. Hilarious.

No. He didn't think that at all. He was simply passing down his love of hockey, and I gladly accepted. And now look what happened. It has morphed into an unhealthy obsession. Making me do things that I don't want to do, but convincing me that what I do do is the right thing to do.

Ugh. The Penguins have ruined me.

I can't talk about it anymore.