the term “hate” is thrown around very loosely nowadays. i’ll admit to using it when referring to trivial things such as burps, inchworms, snow, and occasionally kristin kreuk. but it takes a lot more than triviality to really hate something or someone. it takes an honest blind fury to want someone hanged, drawn, quartered, and left for insect scavengers to feast on their decaying carcass.

but, hey, i’m a nice person. i can give anyone that inch they need so that they may walk all over me. but every now and then i won’t be able to take it; i won’t be able to keep that perpetual plastic grin on my face. i’ll break.

and i’ll get hurt. and i’ll cry. and i’ll want nothing more than to see the perpetrator’s head drowned in a puddle of their own excrement, their dying breath causing tiny bubbles of pointless carbon dioxide to break the surface. i’ll hate you as long as time permits.

i was also thinking today that i’m very passive-aggressive. it’s not a fulfilling way to live and if i could change it, well, i think i would. but for now i’m content with the notion that those who have hurt me in the past, those whom i now hate, will receive their ultimate comeuppance. as shall i, for my own misdeeds. but i try not to worry about that last part too much.