As a child weren't there just way too many things that excited you? And you were just dying to do/achieve them. And now that you're old enough to do/achieve them, you look back and wish you could kick yourself in the nuts through the space-time continuum. And the more mundane an activity they become the more you tend to hate them.
Here are a few:
Walking - You're telling me if you could be lifted everywhere, you'd still prefer walking?
Shaving - First couple of times, we would even shave the skin off, if we could. But now, I'd rather uproot the hair from it's roots.
Driving - Not the once-in-a-freaking-blue-moon kind of drive. The everyday routine. Ah, gotcha!
Voting - The first time is exciting, but then you realise, you're still getting equally screwed. Loses its charm.
Wearing a suit - You remember how you would try on ties, and long suits that never fitted. Now they freaking fit. (Fortunately, I don't have to bear this cross.)
Going to work - No comment.
Picking up the tab - This always seem so manly, when your dad did it. But what you were looking at, was the happiness in your mom's eyes, but you didn't see the despair in your dad's.
Cooking - This one still haunts me. Everyday.
Being responsible - This one bites all of us in the ass once a day. Imagine, if no one expected you to behave a certain way, expected you to be irresponsible.
Sex - Although, this one I still seem to enjoy - but they say it happens. May I die before that.
Oh an eleventh, just struck me.
Death - We wish it so very often. And wonder what it would be like. I'd imagine, it'd be much like shaving or going to work. Don't expect too much from it.