Me, it amuses me when someone hates me, because I'm also aware of their inability to see that they have to hate themselves to hate me.
When you hate someone or something, for sheer purpose of example, that noisy boorish neighbour that killed your dog (by mistake of course), what you're really doing is hating yourself by evoking a emotionally negative association every single time you're reminded of him/her.
You have to hate yourself to do that to yourself just to carry out the mental act of hating someone else.
Weirdly but not so unsurprisingly, everyone who's ever hated me has also loved me in some sense of the word love and everyone that does one, continues to do the other and has made it a point to mention it too. Almost like they were subconsciously hoping I could resolve their dilemma and help them pick a side by pushing them over the fence one way or the other.
People who've 'hated' me have always done so because at times, I'm not the most pleasant person to be around when problems are being discussed. I'm over-judgmental of everything I hear, but only if I consider you more than an acquaintance. Let it be known that if you come to me with the same problem more than twice, I'm going to begin by calling you the best of words denoting your stupidity before I bet my own farm in trying to help you break even.
Hate.. Such a brilliant concept.
Purer than love, undiluted and raw..
Completely isn't how people use it anymore though. Every emotion needs to be referred to by its comparative extreme in the scale.
Whatever happened to people saying "you know, I don't like you so much at the moment in time".. I know that's what I say.
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