Feb
2008
19

Hate is such a strong word

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I’ve been battling back and forth with my wife over my “overuse” of the word. Apparently it’s bringing others down?

First off I can’t really see, or understand how one persons use of the word “hate” can really change your day that much. Rest assured though I don’t always use it for things I “hate” I use it when the feeling arises… here are some examples.

1. Driving along…. then BAM some stupid teenager on the phone almost causes a 16 car pile up because she’s more inthralled in the new boy who thinks her ass is hot and the new T9 feature on her cell phone…. I might then say god “I hate you”. Warranted I think. no I don’t know her, but at that precise moment… I truly hate her.

2. Speaking in reference to people who fuck me over, i.e. an old friend named chrissy. Who blatantly threw away a 16 year friendship for the shot at a piece of ass and younger pussy. I might then say “I fucking hate her” Warranted.

3. George bush comes on the TV.  I hate him!  Yeah totally warranted! I don’t know Bush personally, he’s probably a good father and husband but he truly could give a shit less about me…. or anyone else reading this for that matter so….. I hate him.

These are just examples. I use the word in other contexts too like I hate brussle sprouts or I hate snow. I think the word should be used more… not less. If we truly start voicing our opinions to everything we encounter that angers us or that we have feelings about then we’d have a lot less pissed off people in the world and a lot less mass shootings for example

Let it out people…. Hate all over the people who hate on you. I think it’s warranted.

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