for goodness sake
Funny how hate is so easily tossed around, like a word that holds absolutely no significant meaning to any party. You see people say things like, "I hate this show" or "I hate this colour" and people are rarely ever serious. It's never such a 'strong' sense of hate that drives them to do anything besides complain. That's when I wonder if it's even classified as hate at all.
But I use 'hate' too. For petty mundane things like 'I hate my hair' or 'I hate making my bed'. But this isn't what this...box of text is about. Hating an inanimate object is one thing, but when you start to hate a person, that's when the meaning of the word starts to become a little bit different and a little bit more accurate.
Yesterday during dinner, my family was for some reason intensely concentrated on the television showcasing a local drama. A very bad one, as most local dramas are. That's probably the reason we were watching it. When this particular actress was onscreen, my mother expressed her 'hatred' for that actress. I wasn't surprised about that. I remember seeing a page on facebook of her anti-fans.
When I asked my mother why she hated her, I didn't get an explanation. Not a very explainable one. It was a reply that could pretty much be summarized as another form of 'because I can'. That surprised me a little. And I suppose some kind of realization suddenly made its way to my thoughts. Like one of those hypothetical light bulbs lighted on top of your head. It's so strange how people can hate a person just because they can.
Hate is really powerful, I think. Especially on a person. Especially when you say it straight to their face. Actually, even when you say it behind their back. Well, hate is just powerful in general. It can hurt you a lot, and sometimes I wonder if the hated person even deserves the kind of hatred they receive. Most of the time they don't.
I don't think people deserve to be hated if they didn't do anything particularly hateful. When I know it's over these little flaws I usually hear people hating other people for, it makes me very frustrated. It's really unfair. And it makes me even more frustrated when I remember how I've hated someone or something for no actual reason at all. Who knows, the people you've hated could hate you back and then murder you or something. (I can feel my grammar deteriorate with every paragraph)
But I use 'hate' too. For petty mundane things like 'I hate my hair' or 'I hate making my bed'. But this isn't what this...box of text is about. Hating an inanimate object is one thing, but when you start to hate a person, that's when the meaning of the word starts to become a little bit different and a little bit more accurate.
Yesterday during dinner, my family was for some reason intensely concentrated on the television showcasing a local drama. A very bad one, as most local dramas are. That's probably the reason we were watching it. When this particular actress was onscreen, my mother expressed her 'hatred' for that actress. I wasn't surprised about that. I remember seeing a page on facebook of her anti-fans.
When I asked my mother why she hated her, I didn't get an explanation. Not a very explainable one. It was a reply that could pretty much be summarized as another form of 'because I can'. That surprised me a little. And I suppose some kind of realization suddenly made its way to my thoughts. Like one of those hypothetical light bulbs lighted on top of your head. It's so strange how people can hate a person just because they can.
Hate is really powerful, I think. Especially on a person. Especially when you say it straight to their face. Actually, even when you say it behind their back. Well, hate is just powerful in general. It can hurt you a lot, and sometimes I wonder if the hated person even deserves the kind of hatred they receive. Most of the time they don't.
I don't think people deserve to be hated if they didn't do anything particularly hateful. When I know it's over these little flaws I usually hear people hating other people for, it makes me very frustrated. It's really unfair. And it makes me even more frustrated when I remember how I've hated someone or something for no actual reason at all. Who knows, the people you've hated could hate you back and then murder you or something. (I can feel my grammar deteriorate with every paragraph)