Hating Things is Fun? I Just Don’t Understand
Ever heard the term “love to hate” as in villains you love to hate or whatever? I’ve never understood the act of enjoying hating something. I hate it when I hate something. I hate a lot of things and it offends me that those things or those ideas or those people are taking up space in the universe and sometimes intrude into my life. I have little enough time to do things I like and I hate when something I hate takes up minutes of my time or attention.
Usually I like the blog entitled “Violent Acres” and those stories are amusing and I often agree with what the author has to say. But not this time. I just have not now nor will I ever understand why people spend any time at all with something they dislike. Why allow something disagreeable to you an iota of your conscious attention. Listening/ reading to someone or something with the sole aim of shooting them down and ridiculing them has its merits but when it comes to establishing Anti-Whatever websites or clubs or whatever just to be united in hatred is something I don’t understand whatsoever. People or things I hate don’t deserve my attention and I hate it more when they waste my time, because that’s what they are, a waste of my time. And there’s nothing I hate more than to waste time.
There’s a group at work I call the Coven. I will not acknowledge their existence if I can help it. I don’t talk to them, listen to them, or even look at them at all. They’re not worth my time. I’d rather spend the time I have with people I like and want to spend time with. After all, all our days are numbered. Why spend them with someone or something you have deemed worthy of your ire?

