When I was a child either my siblings or I decided that it was a smart idea to yell that we hated each other. In my house. With my parents. Particularly my father. You just didn’t do those things and get away with it. In our defense I don’t think that we had the same definition of hate that my father had.
to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for orextreme hostility toward; detest:
to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.
to be unwilling; dislike:
I hate to do it.
to feel intense dislike, or extreme aversion or hostility.
intense dislike; extreme aversion or hostility.
the object of extreme aversion or hostility.
As an adult I’m pretty sure that his definition is incorrect or a bit dramatic, as was the whooping that we received, and the subsequent punishment in which we had to hug each other until we loved each other… but here’s a list of things that I do hate:
*When people blame children’s behaviors on parent’s. (It’s not always the parent’s fault)
*The ease which white men accomplish things that other people strive for years to accomplish.
*The fact that I kinda feel the need to explain the previous entry. I won’t.
*Know it alls
*Parent’s who smoke in the same spaces as their children.
*When people tell me to smile
*Journalists who don’t fact check
*Rude customer service workers
*Gay people who shop at Chick Fil A
*Any disenfranchised person who patronizes places that strive to further disenfranchise them.
*How it’s acceptable to stand in line for iPhones and not for Jordans
*The fact that people are still trying to ban books in 2014
*Homophobes and last but not least beer.