Are there people that you hate?

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I hate scumbags, enough said...

The Castro brothers, Charles Manson quickly come to mind.

yes!
father- he's an aspie with an irritating attitude, always making noises etc..
mother-doesn't have a backbone, cares too much about what other people thinks

neighbor's filipino maid-too noisy and nosy, likes to meddle in our business, and is very mean and
arrogant, likes to loiter at our front door and talks too loud, very judgmental of my father criticizing loudly...stupid b***h. thinks too highly of herself despite being a hired help doesn't know how to respect other people's privacy.

another neighbor's filipino maid- noisy and intrusive, made fun of me a couple of times behind my back,
would have killed her if i were insane, her name is LILIA, speaks with a stupid
provincial accent, small like a troll but with a voice of a nasaline
b***h , glad that my cousin fired her coz she was lazy.

Yes, I hate people, particularly those that hurt me.

I just hate people who hit me or poke me hard enough for it to hurt. Or just want to pick a fight with me for no good reason. There are all too many of those kind of people in this world.

i don't wanna name names,,,there aren't that many who i know personally....but um...there is at least one person I have overwhealming feelings of unfondness for....speaking on a personal level....excluding heinous historical and political figures.

I'd also like to burn Ken Livingstone at the steak.

I do feel great hate for some people, a hate derived from pride and envy. A hate where the worst isn't bad enough to wish upon them.

I'm normaly a very loving person but my hate for these people is practically religious.

Nah, I can't think of anyone who I absolutely wish was dead. I have come across many an idiot who I felt deserves to fall down a drain and twist a tendon or two, but I've never wished anyone dead.

Most of the people who gave me a hard time were ignorant. And I used to be annoying as hell, so I don't feel their teasing warrants the death penalty. Maybe a mosquito bite or two, but that's it.

I'm angry and exhausted from being in chronic pain that is completely unnecessary, but I don't hate. I'm too tired to hate. I do wish they'd die already, though. (My parents, and I'm not the only one in my family who dreams of the day.) When people are parasites, feeding off you and you can't free yourself no matter how much you try because you can't find the support you need anywhere else either . . .

If I had enough energy to hate, I'd do something else with it.

There are people I've hated who died, and I was glad to hear they were gone. I used to piss people off by refusing to act sad about it, too.

I am a misanthrope, though some sorts bug me more than others.
You can be whatever the heck you like.



I'm known in a few places to be rather prone to defending Nazis, and Hitler for that matter.... but oddly enough nobody has ever called me a Neo-Nazi. Probably because I don't really agree with what they did / do so much as I figure they get a disproportionate share of the hatred for it.... when frankly they were no worse than any number of other tyrannical institutions in human history.



.... No, hate is definitely the opposite of love. Indifference is the complete lack of either.
If Love is +10 and Hate is -10 then Indifference is definitely 0.




Steak?
Stake?

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Well I’m a closet misanthrope as well, though I don’t advocate violence or hatred per se. I just can’t picture humanity/society without conjuring up an ugly feeling of disarray and absurdity. I feel like this even when I'm not in a sardonic mood.

Crowds in particular annoy me, but so do specific types of individuals.

To be honest, it is enough for me just to know that all of them are likely to die unfulfilled, having lived frantic, delusional, pointless lives.... and almost all of them will either be eager for death or fear it by the end. They care so much, but in the end it all amounts to nothing.


That, if anything, is why I decided to stick with being a Nihilist: Because only that way am I inevitably the winner in the end. We all die, decay and are forgotten.... and it brings me satisfaction to know that I've accepted that while others still bitterly deny it, and time will prove them wrong.


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But the truth is most people are happy with their delusions. Having the neatly packaged carrot in front of them is good enough reason to keep up with the rat race. It’s easy to be happy if you never pry deeper than the thin film that sits on the surface of existence.

Really the only choice is to pick your own delusion rather than the pre-packaged version created by society. Of course people don't like it when you subscribe to your own delusion rather than the official brand name, but f*** em.

Happy they are.... but then I never much valued happiness.

I always found that finding out how things work is more important to me than such a trivial thing as happiness could ever be. Look far enough though, dig deep enough, and everything becomes a chaotic mush. Sense and reason breaks down. All that is static reveals itself as false.
The illusion can be broken, but there is nothing outside, and nothing from which to rebuild it. Just an expanse of emptiness which slowly consumes... as the hole made cracks and the pieces break until there is nothing left to stand on.


Some small, instinctive part of me still cries for that illusion, but I must endure its wailings and watch until every last piece is gone.

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