A post on hate.

Let's get something straight.
I don't hate very many people. Chances are, if you think that I hate you, I probably don't. I probably just have high distaste for you.
I don't hate old friends. I don't hate exes (or wives and/or girlfriends of exes). I don't hate the stupid customers who complain about not having coffee made, even though I say that I do.
And let's get another thing straight.
If you hate me, you probably are a very confused person. Now, I don't mean that in a conceited way. I just mean, that I don't relish in people abhorring me. I don't wake up in the morning, stretch, and then say, "Gee whiz, today would be a great day for malevolence." I promise.
So, to the ex-friends that hate me, I'm sorry that you think that you need to do that to feel that the end of our relations is justified in some negative way.
To the exes, there's probably a reason (or many) that we didn't end up together. You should be happy that we're not together.
And to the significant others of exes... Really. You hate me (or at least, pretend to)?... No offense but I feel that you are the most confused of all. I'm honestly happy that you are able to fulfill what I couldn't with my ex. The only reason that I can see that you should hate me is that you feel that you don't stack up to what I once was to him. And if that's the case, maybe you should rethink either your hatred for me or your relationship with him. But you probably don't want my advice.

Now that I've gotten that off my chest, let's all have a Merry Christmas and a fantastic New Year. I know I will.