I can't snowboard, so that's a given
I respect people who are real. Who don't put up a false front or pretend to be perfect. People who don't give a rat's ass whether they're liked or admired; they just do what they do because it satisfies them. I respect intelligence tremendously - it's the way to my heart. I admire clever humor, sarcasm, and aloofness.
On the other hand - I honestly admire those that give of themselves for causes they believe in; people who are selfless and giving, caring and nurturing. I mean, I don't really dig it for myself, it creeps me out when someone tries to take care of me, but I've never been a nurturing type and I feel like that's a type of strength I can't understand, and would like for myself - especially as a mom, with an ESFP child who needs a lot more nurturing and affection than I'm naturally capable of providing.
I hate most people, in general, and even the ones I've become close to over the years are starting to grate on me lately with all their namby pamby neediness and their defeatist attitudes about their lives and romances. But I go through this every few years, weed out a bunch of people, and start fresh. In a few months I'll be dying for adult contact again, I'm sure.