Hate

Today, in 20th Century Poetry, I discovered that I hate a lot of things. I kept whispering to my dear friend Savannah things like, "I hate shrimp," or, "I hate rap." (When those things were mentioned, of course, I didn't just spout them out randomly) Afterwards, I thought that she probably thinks that I am a really hateful person. She wouldn't be totally wrong to think that, I suppose. I do hate a lot of things. I hate not having money to buy a flipping snack if I want one. I hate spiders. I hate arrogance and haughtiness. I hate greed. I hate it that I'm not good at anything. I hate being hot and sweaty. I hate it that time goes by so fast. I hate it that by the time we have enough extra money to take Asia to Disney World, she will probably be too old to care to go. I hate mayonnaise.

So, YES, I am a hateful person. But is there anything wrong with hating THOSE things?

I know that there is a lot of hate in the world, just look at the Middle East. Look at how hateful political parties are toward each other right here in America. Listen to what "best friends" say about each other behind their backs... even in church. There is enough of that kind of hate in the world. I try not to involve myself in any of that. SO many people are hateful. I try to love and respect everybody, and believe me, it's hard. I think as long as I do not partake in that kind of hating, that I can be forgiven of my hatred of such trivial things. Am I wrong?

Sure, I hate lots of things, but that's just it, they're THINGS. Things do not matter, people do.