Today I hate cutting up a head of lettuce to make salad.* I don't know why. Chopping lettuce is not technically difficult or exhausting, and it only takes a few minutes. But I detest the chore, and I always put it off as long as possible. It reminds me of when I wore contacts, and I hated cleaning them. Again: this was an easy task that consisted of pouring cleaning solution over the lenses for about two minutes. But it was the longest two minutes of the day.
*I'm aware, by the way, that bagged, pre-chopped lettuce is available for purchase. I'm always tempted to buy this stuff and save myself the agony, but it's a lot more expensive, and I always think, "What kind of wuss am I that I can't chop my own lettuce?" Then I get home and think, "I am the kind of wuss who wishes he has bought the bagged lettuce."