Probably not. Given his personality and lack of professional ethics, a lot of people must hate him. He did care a bit when I mocked him in front of his peers, however.
Furthermore, considering that agent Ramsey is incompetent enough to overlook a folding knife with its clip visible on the outside my pocket during pat-down, I wouldn’t be surprised if many of those who hate him are coworkers. The speshul agent should care about that particular category; at the very least, he will care should he help get one of them murdered.
I hate my ex, who I still have to work with. He followed me to my company after we broke up. I’m now immersed in his bullshit at work every day, even if he isn’t around. Can’t wait to be able to afford to quit this job and forget about him forever.
A lot of time without having to deal with him will cool me off… can’t get that till I get away from this job, though.
I don’t think I hate anyone. I used to, but I’ve realised that I actually just hated being around them, not themselves as people. The two people I actually did hate on a personal level have either gotten to be better human beings or haven’t really spoken to me in a while, and I’ve gradually lost the feeling.
Now, as to people hating me, I’m sure there is at least one who hates me with the fire of a thousand suns. She hates everyone, though, to varying degrees, so it’s kind of hard to take it personally. She’s got mental problems.
Funny, now that I think of it, there was one time in high school when I was absentmindedly cleaning my room and putting things in my dresser, and noticed my phone. I thought idly that I might call my friend and picked up the receiver. There was no dial tone, I thought that my sister might be on a call, so I said hesitantly “Hello?”
Someone said “It…it didn’t ring” and I recognised her as someone I worked with.
“Hi (her name)!” I said, laughing. “Funny how that happens sometimes, huh? What are you doing? How are you?”
She took a deep breath and practically shouted, “I know what you said and I don’t appreciate it! I can’t believe you would be such a bitch!” and hung up the phone on me.
I must have stared at the receiver for about a minute. I still to this day have no idea what could have happened. I barely knew the girl and had only good feelings about her. She hadn’t registered in my worldview strongly enough that I would have talked about her. I think it was probably someone playing some sort of game…but she never talked to me after that day.
That reminds me of another incident where a “friend” lied about something I said to another “friend” and neither of them spoke to me after that. Girls are strange sometimes.
I don’t possess the mental focus to really hate any person for an extended period of time. The most I can manage is a permanent aversion to them - if they are physically present, avoid them; if I’m thinking about them, occupy my mind with something different’ if someone is talking about them, try to change the subject. It’s not a moral stance. It’s that I find being consumed with outrage and disgust is so exhausting and so unpleasant that I’d rather do just about anything else. Very, very rarely have I been able to harness those emotions and use them constructively. I just try to get away from them instead.
And yes, I’m sure there are people out there who hate me. I’ve made more than a few mistakes, and some of those mistakes hurt others. I once slept with a married man. I doubt his wife knew, but if she ever learned, I’m sure she hated my guts for it, and I don’t blame her. I’ve also taught for several years, and when you put limits on kids and require them to do things they don’t have any particular interest in, some of them will hate you, at least for a little while.
If I could make amends to those I’ve hurt, I try to. Sometimes, contacting them would cause more damage, and in that case, I leave well enough alone.
There is one person I hate with no qualifiers (my mother’s ex-husband, who was abusive to all of us). However, I haven’t seen him in years.
There are a few people I dislike very, very much, and I try to not think of them or be near them often.
There may well be people who hate me, but if there are, I would imagine it’s for things that happened long ago. I may have been hate-worthy once, now I’m just annoying.
I’m not aware of anyone who hates me. There may be people who hate me in the abstract (like my boyfriend’s ex, who absolutely blew her top when she heard he was dating again) but no one I know personally.
I’ve probably hated people in the heat of the moment, but like many in this thread, I don’t think I have the energy for sustained hatred. Always the moment passes and then I forget about it.
Nope. Not even online. I can get fired-up mad at people, but, after a bit, that even subsides, and there’s really no emotion left. So, if you talked to me when I’m mad, I might say yes, but not once I’m calm.
Still, there’s the doc who got me addicted to benzodiazepines who gets very, very close. An average two-year withdrawal (that’s reported to be worse than going off of opiates) with depression and panic attacks that feel like they’re never going to end? I consider it the literal embodiment of the Christian concept of Hell.
The same here. I find hate to be an extremely tiresome activity. The people I come closest to hating are my maternal grandparents and my mother, but I just can’t survive while being that worked up for an extended period of time.
I also know that my definition of hate is stronger than those of some other people. What people who are likely to go off about how they hate soandso or soandso hates them call hate is to what I call hate like a pout is to being so angry that you physically see red (which I’ve been only once).
Oh, I was just reminded the other day that I am the nemesis of someone. This girl hates me so much that she’s actually brought me up in at least 2 separate, independent occasions with people that we were mutual friends with but she had no idea that we were friends. Which can only lead me to extrapolate how often it comes up to other people. Apparently, I had met her once and said some misogynistic statement which offended her so much she stormed out of the room.
The crazy thing is, I don’t even remember who she is. Other people have shown me her picture on facebook and I can’t recall ever meeting her.
I don’t know that I am capable of hating anybody. I’ve had ample opportunity, but in the long term, once I’ve gotten over the initial outrage, I find that all I can muster up is indifference. Lingering anger is not the same as hate. Nor is disgust.
I have one ex who, last I checked, hated me. I’m hoping by now it’s mellowed out into indifference, but knowing him I doubt it–there always were very few shades of gray in his world.
There are some people who I genuinely cannot stand, and from the way I talk about them when they’ve done something to piss me off, you’d think I hated them, but I can’t really think of anyone who I “hate with a fiery passion” that affects my daily life. If someone happens to bring up their name, I might go off, but other than that they aren’t on my mind enough for it to classify as hate. The few people I can think of that I feel this way about are acquaintances- I feel so bad for everyone hear who feels that way about a family member.
I’m sure there are people who hate me. For example, someone let the air out of my two front tires yesterday- seems like a lot of energy to expend on a stranger so it was probably someone I know. I don’t really care.
Absolutely. There’s a woman who was close enough to me to be a sister. We went through some horrific things together, and I trusted her completely. That’s NOT something I do easily.
I came to find out that the very same night I trusted her with a secret that could well have ruined my life and that of the woman I loved, she told three mutual friends of ours, fully knowing how damaging it could have been to us.
Luckily, THEY were good enough friends that the loop closed there. I know it happened because I heard it from each of the three separately a long time down the road.
You only get one chance to betray me. She tried to get back in touch with me recently. I told her that and added, “You fucked me over and could have seriously harmed Mrs. FA in the process. The next time you need or want something from me, please keep in mind that I wouldn’t cross the street to piss in your face if your head was on fire.”
I have pretty much a flash-in-the-pan kind of temper. So, while I can hate someone with the heat of a thousand suns for, like, 15 minutes, I don’t really have it in me to hate long term. Some people cause me to feel pangs of anger repeatedly, for various offenses (see certain right-wing fundy religious folks), but I don’t dwell on it between times or let it simmer into hatred. But these tend to be people or groups I read about in the news. There isn’t anyone I know personally that I feel hatred for.
I’m a mini-rants person at heart.
I’ll have to try to remember that when I post online. Because my brief piques of anger gets recorded long term and makes me seem like a seriously cranky curmudgeon. In reality, my anger really doesn’t last much longer than it takes me to write a post.
I don’t think I hate anyone, but there is a friend from my past that I feel active revulsion whenever I think of her. She was really her own worst enemy in alot of ways, but I think I would cross the street/block/city if I ever saw her again.
