Hate

If I become mad at you, then that means you must have done something really terrible to piss me off. Look, I’m not the type of guy to indulge myself in meaningless anger towards anyone; 1, it’s not going to get me anywhere and 2, it won’t do anyone good. Before you can get me to really hate someone, you could have done hundreds of ways to fuck me over, and I still wouldn’t care. So I never understood why some people hold grudges as if they have something stuck up their ass; the attention? the thrill? or boredom? I don’t know, but I think it’s stupid. And this isn’t saying that I’ve never hated anyone in my life, because I have and you can count them on one hand.