I’m generally a nice person. I’ve been labelled as “mellow” a couple of times in the past. I posted
about two or three months ago that I do not hate anyone. My mother drilled into me that I should not hate anyone. As a kid I would come home from school or something and I would be talking to my mom and I would say, “I hate that guy”. And she would gently say, “You don’t hate anyone, you may dislike what they are saying or doing but don’t hate anyone”’ So that’s how I grew up and I carried he words all the way into adulthood. The word “hate” is thrown around carelessly by people. It is used thoughtlessly.
OK. Well…
I don’t like saying this but lately I have started to hate certain people. I do not hate anyone
I know for the most part. I don’t hate the people I live with or work with but I let strangers get to me somehow. Well, I hate certain people I know a little bit but not often. And I get mad at my sisters sometimes but I do not hate them even a little bit. My co-workers are cool, I’m learning that getting mad is normal and doesn’t have to be a big deal. In facr if you don’t get mad sometimes, it’s not normal.
But I am letting strangers get me angry. I do not hate all strangers, I talk to strangers occasionally and it’s cool. I try not to take bad drivers personally. I try not to let people in the laundromat get me angry or people in a store but I am learning that yes, when people are sometimes just being deliberate assholes and really “messing with” you and actually deliberately trying to screw you up, than yes, hate creeps in.
I am sorry but I’m living my life the best I can considering the circumstances and my life is no joke to me. If I feel physically threatened, than yes, a little hatred creeps in.
When I’m driving and the seventh tailgater gets on my bumper in ten minutes, yes, it stirs up a little hatred. I do not have any bitterness about anything in me. But if you cross over the line and bug me, in RL I will do my best to scare you and I will hate you. I do not start trouble, I’m 55 years old, I’m ready to start enjoying life again, and I’m trying to ignore fools and troublemakers. But I can only take so much.
These people do not know me, I don’t need people playing games with me or I will make the stupid guys my age cower and scare them like I have to do sometimes. But the majority of the time I would have made an excellent Quaker or an Amish person. I do not a approve of violence, I am a peaceful person as anyone who knows me will attest to. I scare or get mad at my neighbors in my boarding house occasionally but only when we both know that they deserved it. My point is, that it is impossible to not feel a little hatred towards people who are trying to you harm or bullying you. My mom was 90% right but there are exceptions.
Oh well, I was smitten by tonight’s dinner. I felt overwhelming love for it.
“Make love, not war”