This blog details, in no particular order, a selection of things I hate, with occasionally detailed descriptions and rationale so that no one may be in any doubt why I hate them and, more importantly, why I am absolutely correct to hate them.
‘Hate’ is a strong word. My mum used to tell me off for using it.
“Don’t say ‘hate’,” she’d say. “You don’t ‘hate’ anybody. You just dislike them.”
“But what if I really dislike them?”
“Then you dislike them intensely.”
‘Dislike intensely’ was a common turn of phrase in our household. I now see this draconian familial law as a benign attempt by my mother to eliminate intense ill feeling and foster a spirit of understanding and love in her increasingly cynical child. Of course it backfired terribly.
As I got older and turned into a bit of a smart-ass I began to challenge the rule:
“What about Hitler?” I would offer. “Am I allowed to hate him?”
“Yes, you can hate Hitler.”
“That man on the telly who killed those kids?”
“Yes, I suppose you can hate him.”
“Mr Rice, my history teacher?”
“No. You cannot hate Mr Rice”
By my estimation there wasn’t a wide margin of difference between the three examples. I decided to rebel; I would reclaim this powerful word for my own ends. And I would start by declaring my hatred for arbitrary rules made up by parents and enforced on their offspring because it represented their own view of the world at the expense of stifling their child’s freedom of expression, no matter how negative it may be. Yeah, take that mum!
But you know, in retrospect, maybe she was right to try to curtail my propensity for loathing. Now a fully-grown man, I’ve come to realise that I hate an awful lot of things. I don’t know why so much in this world should elicit in me such negative reactions, although the common denominator in a lot of these entries is ‘people’.
I fucking hate people.
Not all of them. But a lot of them.
Explore the various entries… you’ll see I’m right.