I Hate You

I do hate you. Yes, you. I know some will read this and think "Well, he certainly doesn't hate me". No, you are incorrect. "He doesn't even know me, how can he--" I can and do. I hate you. If you are reading this, I hate you (unless you are me, in which case I don't hate you). I hate what you like. I hate what you aspire to. I hate your hobbies. I hate those little things you say. I hate everything about you. Everything that makes up your composition, as a person. By even making this post, I am inhibiting my growth, as a human being with your hideous nonsense.

Now, I can't remember the last time I used that phrase seriously. I don't go around spouting to people that I hate them. It illicits a very emotional response from some. It is just an opinion. I say I like turkey, you wouldn't get offended at that, would you? If I hate you, I won't even waste the breath to argue or point this out. Once that becomes my belief, you are dead. You no longer "pick up" on my radar. You must be thinking that, since I still do converse with some of you, oh I can't hate you. But I do, just to a lesser extent. I either hate you or don't know you.