I complain about hate. A lot. At halvesies with greed, I consider it to be one of the two worst things that have ever happened to our civilization. There are other limbs on the hate tree, too. Disrespect. Prejudice. Intolerance. Cruelty. Self-involvement. Lying. Lying. Lying. (It needs lots of branches because it's epidemic in its proportions.)
This morning--it's Tuesday as I write this; I expect it to take me all week--it occurred to me that maybe instead of being all righteous, which I have a tendency to be, I should admit to some of the things I hate. Some of them I need to be forgiven for, some I need to just apologize for, and some I like about myself. I'd love to hear what you hate, too.
I hate big fields without fence rows with trees in them. While I understand I live in farmland and that's the way things are now, I miss the trees and the little fields. (I just talked about trees last week, so I won't belabor the point.)
I hate the volume on TV, because no matter how you set it, commercials are hideously loud and action scenes' cacophonic heights do their best to put you in theater seats, pushed up against the backs by the noise coming at you. And you have to supply your own popcorn!
I hate eggplant, okra, and fruitcake. I do not hate spam, Vienna sausages, or broccoli. Go figure.
I hate being afraid of things like falling and merging into traffic and forgetting important things.
I hate being afraid of anything.
I hate the terms hey boomer and when I was your age with equal and unapologetic venom.
I hate February except for the 26th.
I hate disease and its deniers.
I hate certain kinds of music, mostly because they didn't come out in the 1960s, I don't understand a lot of the words, and I don't use the words I do understand. So, you know what? I don't listen to those kinds of music. Even if I can hear them from your car with all of the windows up, I take off as soon as the light turns green.
I hate J-turns and roundabouts. Equally.
It's Friday.
Thank goodness it took me that many days to come up with how many things I hated. When I looked at the list, I was surprised at how long it was and I didn't even include traffic and ... well, never mind, you've heard all that before.
It's Saturday morning now. I've been trying to think of something profound to end this with, but there is nothing profound about hate, is there? There's nothing positive to take from it. It does no good for anyone. Unlike greed, the product of which you can't take with you--dead is dead--hate goes everywhere with you and leaves decay and endless harm in its wake.
I'm thinking maybe I'll give it up. Have a good week. Be nice to somebody.
I strongly dislike people who pass on the right because you're not passing someone fast enough for them. I strongly dislike having a cold. I wish for less hate, more love. I wish for an overflowing of kindness and consideration. I wish for more than the five seconds after I blow my nose to have free breathing. I strongly like, nay, love the idea that I'm likely to recover from this cold and feel better in a relatively short amount of time. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Right now I hate all of the "hate" in this country. But love this blog that makes me do some soul-searching about things that I hate.
I hate hypocrisy. I also hate the words "bro", "bruh", "unpack" -- as in, "let's unpack this idea and see what it's all about", and "empower".
I do hate lying. Another one is being selfish. I know I've done a little bit of both in my life, but at least I've been ashamed of those actions. The fact that people are proud today of doing both disgusts me. Wow, I just realized that the word "disgusts" actually sounds worse than "hate."
I hate, oh do I hate, there, publicly stated, I feel much better.
Respectfully, R. Lavoncher