I can’t think of anyone I personally hate, but I know there are a couple people who hate me, thanks to suddenly being thrown by my boss into the position of having to lay people off or cut their hours to the point that they lose health insurance benefits. Not what I signed up for, and it has turned my job from one I loved to one I can’t wait to get out of.
I worked hard to get rid of hatred. As somebody once said, it’s giving someone else rent-free space in your head. There’s only one guy left that I would say I actually hate. He carefully orchestrated a business deal that screwed me out of a company I’d spent ten years building. The way he did it was dishonest and illegal, but he is sufficiently sneaky that no criminal charges could stick, and I ran out of money fighting him in court and had to settle.
Aside from that one douchebag, there isn’t a person I know that I couldn’t have a civil conversation with.
There are some people who dislike me, but I seriously doubt any of them hate me. If they do, they haven’t told me about it.
There’s a few people who have told me they hate me and mean it; mostly it comes from them asking me my opinion when what they wanted to hear was their opinion parroted back. I can understand all that and the vibes don’t bother me at all.
Taking the energy to hate someone? Only done that twice and both times the objects were politicians. And it wasn’t them I actually hated; it was their actions against this country.
They say the death penalty is not a deterrent.
Let’s just say there are a lot of people alive today because I don’t want to sit in the hot seat
I think “hate” is self-defeating, because it affords someone a level of thought and - to a certain extent - passion that they clearly don’t deserve.
So I really don’t think I “hate” anyone.
That said, I wouldn’t piss on my erstwhile sister-in-law if she was on fire.
I don’t know of anyone who hates me, though there are certainly people who might depending on how long they hold grudges and how badly their meds are adjusted. Actually…there’s the guy who has had a stalker-like crush on my SO for the past 12 years. He probably hates me, though we’ve never met. He’s sufficiently unbalanced that I’d be reluctant to see him without some assurance that he’s not armed (and some assurance that I at least have a knife).
There’s one person who I dislike seriously enough that it might be hate, but we’d be talking low level hate at best. He has a history of scumbag behavior in relationships and it has caused problems for some of my (slow learning) friends.
There’s this guy I’ve known for many years and could only ever stomach to be around, and I thought I hated him. He’s recently done some really reprehensible stuff and though I want to hate him for it, I can’t: He’s not worth it at all.
But there is another gut, just one person in all the world, who makes my blood boil and gnash at vitriolically … who is a disgusting, slimy, filthy dirtball who sickens me. He’s like a mishapen used car salesman with too much confidence and absolutely no morality or sense of responsibility for what he’s done previously.
And all he’s selling is himself. And yeah; him.
To hate someone is a time waster. Sitting around with seething hatred towards someone means they got the better of you. What I mean is this: the person you hate probably doesn’t even know you hate them. So, you’re sitting around hating on this person and they are going about they’re business and enjoying life and here you are mad and shit.
If someone hates me I don’t blink an eye. It means I win. Be mad and hate me. I’m not thinking about you. I’m out having fun with friends and family.
I hate Special Agent William “Bud” Ramsey of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (he works out of their field office in Spokane, WA). He temporarily stole firearms from me, not to mention that he is an egregious liar. In fact, he is the only person I hate and I would even describe him as subhuman.
ETA, per rolandgunslinger: he does know I hate him and that I describe his business as “lying for a living.”
Yes.
Does he care that you hate him?
The principal of the HS portion of the school I work at has absolutely no fans. I include the staff and ESPECIALLY the students in that. I just told the “headmaster” of this, as he asked for an administration report card.
She’s acted better (a bit) in recent months, but after all the insensitive, martinet, bureaucratic BS she’s done in the past, I put that stuff down to her actual personality and the change down to the direction of her boss.
It’s bad when the students of your school openly fantasize about your death…
I’ve said this to kids, but it ignores the reality of people who are truly bad. They exist. Don’t relativism convince you that they don’t.
I have the same issue. I have two stepkids. Their biodad is a walking waste of skin (there’s nothing really wrong with him that a few minutes of beating on with a tire iron wouldn’t straighten out, but I digress). He is one of the most mentally abusive and cruel individuals I have ever met, and he is totally oblivious to it. He’s had four children with two separate wives and not a single one of the kids would piss in his ear if his brain caught on fire. And he wonders why they hang up on him when he calls.
I used to amuse myself fantasizing ways in which I could murder him and get away with it. I stopped when I found myself actually getting serious enough to start working out the plans.
Not any more. When I was younger I was an angry man, but as I age I have found that life is better (much better) without hate and anger.
I’ve never seen hate bring anyone anything other than pure misery to the hater and the people unfortunate enough to be around the hater. I once had this roommate, she bitched constantly about her parents. My god she hated them. They were lousy, emotionally abusive parents, so I don’t suggest they didn’t deserve her hatred, only that it consumed her alive. All she could ever be was angry. Her rage would bleed out over everything she touched, regardless of whether her parents were even a topic of discussion. You think it would make her more sensitive to other people, but no.
She won a scholarship to study abroad in Germany and the first words out of her mouth when asked about her experience was, ‘‘I hate Germans. They would totally kill the Jews all over again if they had the chance.’’
She was just a giant container of hate.
I don’t know that I “hate” anyone so much as actively despise them.
A couple years ago my married friends were having problems. The husband would e-mail me because he was depressed and I was experienced with depression. Partly he probably needed to vent, too. I tried not to take sides. We have all known each other since college (almost 20 years now).
At the same time there were two new girls in our group, W. and B. B was very assertive to the point of aggression about her views, likes and dislikes. W. just kind of went along with her because she’d known B. before me. Come to find out years later that B. was saying bad things about me behind my back to the wife, like I was trying to take her husband. In addition, she was denigrating me every chance she got, trying to get me out of the group.
B. ended up shooting herself in the foot within a year or so later when she behaved abominably at a convention most of my friends went to. We don’t interact with her anymore. Except for my best friend, who is a saint and tries to see the good in everybody. What are you going to do?
I hate myself sometimes…
I can only think of two people I actively hated, and that only when I was dealing with them on a daily or semi-regular basis. Both are now long out of my life, so I don’t expend the energy anymore. When I think of the first one, he only calls up sadness at how screwed up his life was (and maybe still is) and pity at how the only way he could deal with it was to take it out on those around him and claim it wasn’t his fault. The second one is a little more active disgust because of his political views and his personal actions when I knew him; I was not alone in despising him then and I’m sure many of those in the California area where he’s currently active probably feel the same way about him now.
I can think of a handful of people I’ve given good reason to hate me, but the majority of them are long in my past (as I am theirs) and they have probably found better outlets for their emotional energies.
I have flashes of hate towards people. Even people I love, sometimes - when they are just stupid. However I haven’t hated someone in a long time. I used to hate my mother, when I was much younger, but all it did was poison my soul, and I needed to let go of the hate. And it did more than just fill me with hate. You can’t hate your own mother and be healthy, mentally - no matter what it makes you look at yourself and wonder what kind of evil person you are going to turn out to be. So better to just let it out wash out.
Do people hate me? Maybe, but I doubt anybody hates me to that extent! I don’t exactly interact a lot with people.