I’m a substitute teacher, and on a recent three-day assignment, I made myself very unpopular with some of the students (long story, but the gist of it is that I wouldn’t give them a bonus assignment until I saw that they’d completed their homework – apparently that was unforgiveable of me :rolleyes: ). So, I knew the kids were mad at me, but I recently ran into one of them who liked me, but enthusiastically told me about how much the others hated me: “They really hate you, Mr. R, I mean HATE you. After class they all kept saying, ‘Boy, we f—ing hate Mr. R!,’” etc. etc.
Although I’m sure it was a shallow kind of hate (at least I hope!), I was still a bit disturbed by the idea. I’ve never been told I was hated before, aside from in fights with siblings growing up. Oh, I’m sure there may have been people before who hated me (you never know how people really feel about you), but I’ve never been told so.
Happy Scrappy Hero Pup referred to his personal hatred of me not long ago. I’ve been called things and had rhetoric aimed at me that sound like various posters hate me. And as an atheist and liberal there’s any number of people who hate me on principle, but that can be said of anyone.
Yes. Someone in my family is mentally ill. That illness has distorted her thoughts and feelings to the point that she holds me in absolute contempt. I have no idea why. There isn’t anything I can do. It has torn the family apart.
This is what untreated mental illness can do to the brightest of people and the most wonderful laughing families.
Back in Junior High School ( i tink they call it middle schoold now) I went to a school dance.
I remember being surrounded in a circle by the high and mighty of the social circle. All screaming at me ARE YOU GAY ARE YOU GAY ARE YOU GAY
I had to crawl out of there and walk home … funny thing is, I’m NOT gay. Athough, if I ws it wasnt’ those bastard’s business.
So yes, I’ve been hated. Through no fault of my own, other than being a weird geek kid.
I recieved one invitation to high school renunion. I replied to the girl that , no offence to her, I wouldn’t spit on those wretches if their asses were on fire. Thankfully, she’s not sent me any more.
Same here as NinetyWt. First year of highschool, a comittee in my class formed of about seven girls who informed me, in Religion class before the teacher got in, that they hated me.
I hadn’t done anything to them, I avoided them whenever I could.
I’m also sure my brother hated me in elementary school. He was three years older then me, and at that age when fitting in with your peers is a life or death matter. And here I was, a dreamy geeky weird kid who damaged his reputation just by existing. So my brother vented his frustration on me by taunting me and beating me up when we were alone at home, about three times a week.
Sometimes I’ve been hated by scumbags, because I am their own worst nightmare. I don’t mind that so much. Other times, it’s to do with family law, and I’d best not comment without first consulting my solicitor…
I once got a friend of mine a job at the tiny company where I was working; she told a series of outrageous lies about me and got me fired. Dunno if she hated me or not, but it sure as shit felt like it.
A friend of mine’s wife told her husband that she hates me. She actually used the word hate. Apparently, I was after her husband when they got together. :rolleyes: She even told her husband (after 3 years of marriage) that if I would admit it and apologize, she would be over it. Yeah, right.
The best part was that I briefly dated someone shortly after the hating commenced. For the two weeks that I was attached, she acted like we were friends. :dubious:
Yes, by my family. There can’t be any other explanation for why they treated me like they did, and why none of them, except my youngest brother, has spoken to me for years. I have two nephews I’ve never met, one whose picture I’ve never seen. They know how to contact me, but they never have. Good riddance, and all that. I’m better off without them.
It’s too long to go into, but yes; I know what real hate is. When I was around 9 God jacked my puny soul up during a hellish nightmare and told me that He hates me. Been getting a major attitude adjustment ever since.
I’ve been hated by plenty of people, as the jobs and leadership positions I’ve held are tailor-made to piss some people off, whether it was back when I was trying to get some members of my high school’s newspaper staff to actually write something rather than sit around talking or when I have to enforce university policy now. I’m used to it and I have a good support, so it rolls off my back.
