I’m obviously in a much worse mood than I was when I started the “Truly Deeply Love” thread. I blame my oldest brother, who is emailing me for some reason. Oh, I know why, actually, as I foolishly attempted a rapprochement with him early this month. He’s sent me crap about people with bipolar being demon-possessed (an obvious reference to my wife), about the swine flu being a sign of the apocalypse, about the proper role of a husband in relationship to his wife (apparently I need to be firmer with Mrs. Rhymer, not put up with her sinful pretense of illness, and do “whatever is necessary to bring her under control, regardless of the strictures of man’s law.”
Oh, how I hate him.
But that’s just me. Surely there’s some other misanthropes on this board.
Oh, I hate lots of people. Spammers, for instance. Whoever is responsible for the new telemarketing scheme of “press 1 to hear more about warranty extensions” telespam, for another. Clueless people in general. Whoever it was who decided that parking in the handicapped access area (the part that’s between two handicapped parking spaces) right next to my car was a good idea. Yes, I do (legally) use a handicapped parking space, and part of the reason is so that when I fall down, I can get back up more easily. I need room to maneuver my walking stick to do this. Door-to-door salespeople, though door-to-door proselytizers are even worse.
I only hate my brother when we’ve been in contact with one another within the previous 72 hours. After that I just pretend he doesn’t exist. Was Not Was taught me that.
All you non-haters must be lucky not to have evil family members. If you have some of those, you are stuck with caring for them and having to deal with them, while also genuinely hating them too. Likewise, if you have had an awful boss who tormented you and fucked with your life, well, it’s hard to be indifferent to a person who has power over your ability to pay your bills.
So yeah, I hate someone. A couple of people. They were people who had power over me and abused it terribly, hurting me in very material and concrete ways. While I wouldn’t actively seek to harm them, if I hear they had fallen down the stairs and died 5 hours later, I wouldn’t shed a tear. It would be like when Bette Davis’ nemesis, Joan Crawford, died. Bette was told she should only speak good of the dead, so Bette said, “Joan Crawford is dead. Good.”
My old grandfather taught me many years ago that the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. There are many people I am indifferent if they live or die.
Right now? No, I hate no one, as of this moment. There were people whom I have hated in the past, but they are now out of my life, although I would shed no tears if they came into harm. I will most likely hate others before my time is up. When I get into a car, it’s almost certain that I will hate someone, though that is a brief hatred (like that lady crossing the road, giving me the stink-eye. Having a cane does not give you license to cross the road without waiting for the signal.) Anybody who makes me get up from a meal for something that I don’t care about earns my hatred, but again, it fades quickly.
I don’t hate people because it only affects me. I *have *hated people, and I have brief flashes of hate, but I try to let it roll over me. But if there was anyone it would be my mother. :(:mad:
I don’t actively hate anyone, I don’t want anyone to drop dead, the closest I come is one guy I try not to think about. The guy plays on every ruthless stereotype I thought parents of girls and sitcoms were just paranoid about but never really happened. To clarify he’s “that guy,” the so called “ladies man” who plays the “with a body like that you should sleep with me because I’m the only one that will ever want to” card (along with all the others). I try not to think about him, but since he did it to my friend oh how I would love punching him in the face and cutting him down about 6 pegs some time. And he’s the only one I can say that about.
A good friend told me something many years ago that stuck with me: “Hating someone is like eating a little bit of poison every day, hoping that the other person will die.”
I hate my fiancee’s ex boyfriend. Man, I hate that guy so much. I’d be happy if he died a slow, agonizing death. Then had surprise buttsecks. I’d piss on his grave.
Yes, I am aware that makes me a bad person. I’m ok with that.