[ARCHIVED THREAD] - hate (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 3/28/2007 8:41:41 PM EDT
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Do you hate anyone? Like, not just "I REALLY dont like them", I mean seriously hate someone. Im talking about someone you know on a personal basis, not some stranger or group of strangers. Do you think that hatred is something that should be overcome at all costs, or can it be ok to hold onto those feeling? once again, Im not talking about a group of people per se, like some sort of race issue or whatever. I mean one on one. |
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I know one or two people who I would like to see come to some great misfortune. There are several that I would like to see come to a small misfortune. If I knew there would be absolutely no consequences in this world or the next for causing such misfortune, I'd have a hard time resisting the urge to get revenge. I'd probably settle for having them know that I had the power to destroy them, without actually doing it. Perhaps a phone call every once in a while to say, "The only reason you aren't completely miserable or dead right now is because I choose to allow you to continue as you are." |
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There is one person that i just seriously HATE... He lost his right to own a gun when he pulled out a pellet pistol on a farmer driving machinery down the road and told him to hurry the !*$^ up, but when he had the he would shoot sideways because he said it let him use his ab muscles to take the recoil  ... he would also buy FMJ ammo and cut X's in every round to help with expansion and penetration After i got my desert eagle he told me i should have went with a beretta 92 because he seen a guy blow up a stump with one ... dammit i could just bitchslap that motherfucker  ETA: i voted that its normal  |
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That's why evildoers are still able to survive.
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I don't hate anyone at the moment, but I don't have any qualms about hate. If someone gave me a reason to, I would hate them. Actually, I think I temporarily hate everyone who wrongs me while driving. Nothing pisses me off more than people who drive slow, pass with insufficient time/space so I have to slow down, pull out in front of me, don't take off at green lights, etc. I use my daily commute to relieve my stress by screaming violently at other motorists, althought its unlikely they ever hear it. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread. |
<-------------no ex wife here. I'm pretty void of hate although I do hold a grudge like no other, if that makes any sense. To me, hating someone means the sight of them makes you mad. I can dish out some payback without raising my blood pressure. |
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Do I have to know the person? Last night, I watched two people weave through traffic at about 100mph. This is the kind of careless, reckless behavior that leads to you receiving a phone call in the middle of the night to let you know that your wife/husband/mother/daughter etc. was killed in a accident. Maybe not killed ...... maybe third degree burns over most of their body ..... maybe paralyzed from the neck down. I feel an intense hatred towards people that behave like this. I worry that some day I will come face to face with one immediately following an incident. |
| It's absolutely normal to feel complete hate for someone at some point in your life. But harboring that sort of anger every day for the rest of your existence is something different. If you can't work through your hate (in my case it took me 8-9 years to stop hating an attempted rapist - still sorta do) it's going to leave you a bitter person if you can't sort out that shit. It can ruin your life if you let your anger dominate you, let that shit slide sir; your life is worth more. |
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yeh I hate a lot of people. child molestors, rapists, people who try to take my rights or the rights of others. can anyone say that they dont hate that family that molested and killed that 6yr old boy recently? can anyone say they dont hate hillary clinton? who here doest have hate in their heart for Hussein and his sons who raped and tortured anyone they wanted, without recourse? eta: post 223 
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I hated someone once, I thought I had hated others before but I was wrong. I'm contemplating going into detail or not, it might just be TMI for the GD. EDIT: I will say this, hate leads to more hate, death to more death and anger to more anger, act with reason not with emotion. It will break you inside, I haven't ever hated again, and I forgave the person I hated. Ah what the hell, a little bio never hurt anybody. So My Dad was a drunk, my brother was a drug addict, well both still do both, so I guess past tense isn't appropriate. I was in the 6th grade and my dad was diagnosed with Hepatitis C, had a mid life crisis, fast forward two years brother's being sent off to military school, etc, etc. my mom quit her job to stay home with us to finish raising us. Life became more stressful, as life wore on... so did my Dad's drinking and my brother's drug usage, tearing a family apart, we went to rehabilitations, etc, but my dad turned a serious corner upon receiving a DUI, and he really got into alcoholism deep, it was after 9/11, shortly after, same year, and the IT Market was in the toilet and my dad was an out of work contractor, and my mom had left the IT field. My dad wasn't home, he was out drinking and going to AA meetings, my brother was disappearing for weeks at a time, the bills were stacking up and my dad was going through money like water, even though he was making near $300,000 a year at one point, that was the high... Things went worse, my grandmother was dieing and so was my grandfather, with a grandmother in a nursing home and a crazy grandfather, it put more pressure on my family, and my mom was struggling it was hard on us all, but my dad and brother ran to addiction, drugs, alcohol. My dad'd come home hung over and flip out, and go golf and get drunk and come back, my brother was just screwing around, I'm not going to lie I drank some and smoked some pot when I was really young to fit in, less than a half dozen times, but I could never do it again when I saw my brother drooling on himself in a movie theatre struggling to eat popcorn or get in his mouth he was so stoned. But yet, at military school he was in every Competitive team they had, one of their best drill and on the color guard, cream of the crop. It took a honorable decent man, hard working and disciplined and made him into a pitiful helpless witless fool. I never liked being drunk, etc, and seeing my mom crying and pleading with my dad and brother, didn't make things better, and things got worse. So, my parents were using up all of their savings covering the bills and My dad was running around, and I was in school, and my brother who was still in school was failing classes and disappearing didn't give a damn. Handed a car, etc, so he didn't care he wanted to do what he wanted, and my Dad would come home and they'd have screaming fights. Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous did little for my brother and dad. They didn't want to change, they both blamed my mom and I was the quiet neutral, the baby in the family. Just caught in the cross fire. So my dad came home late one morning, and my mom told him to go back to whoever it was, and he told her you know he wasn't going to take it anymore and this was bullshit, and she wasn't the boss of him, and he left a 4 minute phone message to me and my brother how he was leaving and everything was going to be alright, and disappeared for a month. My brother basically wigged out and went into week long drug binges of sleeping on friends couches etc, while I sat at home with my Mom, harassed by my father, and brother, while she tried desperately to get a job, and keep up the house, she'd been out of the job field for a long time, and in IT and the market was already in the toilet. So, Dad out of work, he left and showed up turned out he met another woman at AA and they were together, so he gets a rental house, and my brother an Addict too, tells my Mom "FU Dad was right you're the problem." and moves out with my dad, I can remember the day I had to tell my Dad when he asked my while I was helping my mom put out pine straw in the yard to get the house ready to sell, while she was crying that I couldn't go out with him on the Jet Ski, Mom needed help, I didn't know how to tell my Dad anything at that point. It tore me apart inside. She said to go, but I didn't, I stuck it out with her through all of the rest of it... My dad called up drunk and made fun of my mom saying she didn't hold it against him, and she forgave him for leaving her, and I'd catch her up in the middle of the night crying in a house we couldn't afford anymore, in a dead real estate market and a dead job market, and I was 14 years old and a freshman in High School. I began to hate my father, because he brought nothing but pain in my life, nothing but pain in my mom's life and was nothing but angry at everyone. It became to the point I wanted to kill him, and I couldn't stand him anymore, and when I say wanted to kill him, I wanted to kill him. I almost had it planned out, I hated my father, so I went to public school, and picked up football, and that rage came in handy, I was one of the best players most aggressive, for 3 hours a day 5 days a week, I could be as angry as I wanted and I had some semblance of a family in a team... I went home and saw my mom who was in real estate and couldn't sell a house, because the market was dead in late 2001 early 2002. My Grandfather died by the way, when my dad left, and my dad told my mom he would charge her per mile when we drove down for the funeral, that's when my mom's step sisters showed up and began the huge 2 year long fight over the will. Then we got back and my brother told my mom FU, etc. Mean while having a dieing grandmother in a nursing home, no income, burning up the savings we had left after all of the stuff we'd bought, car payments, house payments, etc. Then my dad got remarried on the anniversary of 9/11 after the divorce was finalized, still hadn't had work for almost a year, my brother was in a high school, and dealing drugs, and he dropped out of high school, ended up getting his GED, My dad was diagnosed with cancer. I wanted him to die, and I thought he deserved to die alone and rot, and I hated him and he fucking deserved it... We ended up selling the house 2 weeks before foreclosure, and moving into an apartment, my grandmother was still in a nursing home and I started walking dogs with my mom because again, No IT Jobs. I hated my father, he had brought all of this pain and ruin to us. Then came a day, we had to go get something from him, cancer of the throat has caused him to lose a severe amount of weight going from 185 lbs to 125 lbs. I still wanted to kill him, he couldn't speak which was I thought fair because I hated him and all he did was cuss out my family and my brother, who ended up, another story I'll mention shortly. We went to his house, and in the house, and he had some kind of back pack with a machine on it injecting food into his stomach, directly, I forget what it's called, trying to keep him from starving to death, because he couldn't eat. His face was black with cancer and so was his neck, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't speak, and I walked into his house, and I saw him and I was awe struck, so, this was after my brother had pulled a gun on him and had ended up shooting a tree in frustration, he was in jail for terroristic threats and discharging a firearm in city limits and had a sentence of 60 years of prison time facing him. My brother gave up too, he had dropped out, etc, he was a mess... Still comes home stoned or drunk every night and it's almost 6 years later. Back to seeing my dad, so he was barely able to walk he walked me up stairs, struggling to walk hands shaking, I hadn't seen him in months, so I didn't know... I grabbed what he pointed to pick up, and then with his hands shaking (still shake) tears started running down his face and he hugged me and patted me on the back, tears almost ran down my face, and I told him I loved him. I realized at that point and these words came to my mind, Anger only brings more anger, hatred more hatred and death more death. I forgave him and realized, it was just a screwed up situation all around, and you need to forgive. He ended up going bankrupt, and nearly died a few times, my brother's charges were dropped by my dad, and he moved in with us, I shared a room with him, and we moved to SC with my grandmother, me and my brother and my mom to an IT job, and a last ditch effort to not go homeless, she was pretty much through all of her savings and it cost us all alot. I never thought I'd post this story to a bunch of strangers. Might as well say it, at the time I wanted to be a SEAL, did for about 5 years, it got me through the worst days, but I found in myself, I wanted to do something just and right and defend the weak and persecuted and be the best damn soldier out there. But I found also, I wanted to die, and I was looking for an honorable and excusable way to die, and that was it. It hit me 4 years after, last year, while driving down a street with my mom, that it wasn't my path in this life. I wanted to be a SEAL because they were and are great soldiers, proficient at what they do I swam year round for 5 years but they used the buddy system and read books where they went back in after each other in combat countless times (common theme in the military) dead or alive bringing their brothers home, and maybe I realized it was just that hole in me I wanted someone to die for me, because I was willing to die for someone else, as weird as it sounds. I wanted the military for the wrong reasons. My dad still drinks even after having cancer but he's made a full recovery, my brother's still a drug addict, I think he's never dealt with all of this, he's always run to drugs and me and my mom, well, we both work every day, etc, and I go to school and keep on trucking. That wasn't the end of my troubles, but I was through some of the worst of them at that point. I feel like an old man some days, and all of my friends in HS told me I was the old man. I'm sure I left out alot but you get the brunt of it. Anyway, hatred will eat you alive kids, it did me, and it resolves nothing. We all get hurt, you just learn to get over it. |
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I voted "mental baggage". I could never hold on to hate for someone I know personally. I just don't see why. Maybe I see the emotion of "hate" to be something a lot stronger than most. I would hate someone who harmed my kids/family, I would hate someone who purposely harmed any children. I couldn't hate anyone for their opinions/views/etc. There are LOTS of people I simply can NOT stand to be around and want to rip their tongue out or claw my ears off my own head when they speak but I still don't view that as hatred. |
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I hate the 21-year-old punk who threatened me in January 2006. I keep tabs on the SOB. Also an asshole surfer who ripped me off in 1977. Yes, I hate them both. I don't hate my ex-wife, but I do have some animosity for the idiot "marriage counselors" who helped destroy our relationship. |
| I have hated at times but I find it to be a very dangerous emotion that can cause one to lose control if they are not careful. Better to try and work through it then to go on carrying it around. Personally I will simply "dislike" someone rather than get all churned up inside to full blown "hate". As an adult, I usually do not have to deal with people I do not want to deal with. |
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It is perfectly ok to feel that way. There are a few people I wouldnt pee on if they were on fire but I dont walk around all day thinking about them. I have forgiven them for what they did but I avoid them at all costs and dispise them as well as their satanic spawn. |
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I go to Madison a liberal bastion in Wisconsin, just to feed the rage. Honestly though, I find that if you hate someone long enough then you eventually reach a zen-like state of I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. That person becomes a non-entity. An irrelevant pile of shit walking the earth. Hatred means you care. Then of course there are those deserving of righteous retribution, but revenge is a dish best served cold. |
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I absolutely hate one person in this world, and he kicked me down at the absolutel worst time in my life, all for his and his family's own gain. Would I like to see him dead? No. But i do hope karma takes care of him at some point. There are a couple of other people that I really dislike immensley. I have come to terms with my hatred of said first gentleman, and don't dwell on it. I think if you dwell on it, and allow it to interfere in your life, and moving on from it, then it's a bad thing. |
Damn, that's quite a story. You're right of course. Everyone is screwed up in a million different ways and there's no point in hating them for it. I try not to hate and I usually succeed at it. That being said I have no problem with simply avoiding annoying people. If someone’s the kind of screwed up person who will cause me heartache then I’ll just arrange not to have them in my life. The whole “do unto others” thing has some unexpected connotations when you think about it. If I were a drug addict for example, I wouldn’t want anyone else to invest time, money, and heartbreak into me. I would expect and want them to kick me out of their life so I wouldn’t destroy their life too. If I were a sexual predator I would hope someone gave me a nice merciful bullet to the brain before my mental illness drove me to harm any more people. |
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I dont hate anyone personally... I have a strong dislike/ hate of liberals and socialist who are looking to destory my way of life. I have a hard time even liking them and once I find out somone is a liberal I hold it against him. I need to work at that, they are wrong but it is better to try and help them come to our side than blacklist them, it really doesn't hurt anyone but yourself. My brother has a very strong hatred of gay people. Its funny to see him rant and rave about "those subhuman pieces of animal shit" |