Since he nine years old, Robbie had attended therapy every Thursday from five to six. Most people would say that he hated that every Thursday from five to six his therapist made him play the game "most people" which according to Robbie was where Robbie told the therapist what he was feeling and then "most people", which meant the therapist assuming everyone agreed with him, would tell Robbie what he was really feeling. Usually, this revolved around things Robbie hated.

The first time he went to the therapist, Robbie told him he hated soy milk.

He wasn't sure exactly why he hated it, since the last time he had regular milk his whole face swelled up to roughly the size of a medium-to-largish-sized cantaloupe. Regardless, he continued to hate the off putting taste of soy milk.

Most people would say that Robbie hated a lot of things about his life. Though if you asked him, he'd probably deny it. He'd deny, for example, that he hated that his only talent seemed to be the ability to talk. Granted, he could talk in some pretty cool ways; like throwing his voice or changing his pitch or keeping his lips impeccably still. Somehow this apparently made him talented. Robbie hated that he wasn't talented except in talking which didn't really count.

Most people would say that Robbie hated his family. Though if you asked him, he'd probably deny it. He didn't hate his mother. Or his grandparents. Mostly just his father really. But saying you hate your father in such a specific tense seems rather cruel. It's more lack of father anyway, since he's rarely around these days. And when he was, Robbie knew to go to Gran's. His father was either lost in thought or busy. Most people would say that Robbie hated that Robbie's father was very successful. Most people would say that Robbie hated this because one of his successes wasn't Robbie. Most people would say Robbie hated his mother because she cared more about appearances then Robbie. Most people would say Robbie hated his home life because he just didn't fit in.

Most people would say that Robbie hated his friends. Though if you asked him, he'd probably deny it. Because they knew he had no talent and therefore assumed he didn't matter. He was just there for a good laugh. He was someone to poke fun of. No one saw him; they just saw a confused sort of boy with issues. Not the true issues Robbie struggled with but just some vague mental issues, like the ever-happy Cat (which in reflection probably should raise some warning bells). They judge him because they think they know him and people say that Robbie hated that no one ever really tried.

Most people would say that Robbie hated Rex. Though if you asked him, he'd probably deny it. He knew it was a doll and he knew he used it to hide. People often thought he didn't know these things and for once, Robbie was happy they hadn't figured him out. Robbie needed to hide because he couldn't face the world very well. He knew he was bad at it and Rex made him okay at it. And Rex made people laugh. If it wasn't for Rex, Robbie knew he wouldn't be as funny and since he was only good for a laugh he'd therefore be good for nothing without Rex. Most people would say that Robbie hated Rex because he needed Rex.

Most people would say that Robbie hated life. Though if you asked him, he'd probably deny it. Most people would say that Robbie hated that life was hard. Most people would say that Robbie hated he wanted success so much and could never achieve it. Most people would say that he really just hated life because he had nothing to truly live for.

Most people would say that Robbie Shapiro hated a lot of things, but really he just hates soy milk.