Hate

I’ve experienced a rather unsettling revelation.

I hate someone.

This is not the first time this has happened, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. People, by nature, are almost designed to bump up against one another and cause friction. Arguments and misunderstandings and dirty deeds will continue to happen between human beings from now until the end of time. Grudges will be held, friendships will be severed, and dislike will bubble over into hatred time and time again.

Something feels different about this, though, and that’s what is bothering me. Like most all of us, I have been mistreated personally and professionally at various points in my life. I’ve been picked on, although I’m not sure I was ever bullied. I was put down verbally and made to feel worthless. In most of these instances, I knew who the people were. It wasn’t as if pain were being inflicted on me by strangers. I always managed a certain amount of disconnect somehow, though, as if these people were more constructs of things I didn’t like than antagonists capable of wounding me.

As the old saying goes, this time it’s personal.

hateI’m not sure if fully realized hatred is possible in cases where trust has not been fully given. I’m not sure if a bona fide enemy can be acquired without some sort of relationship with a nemesis. I can’t imagine a deeper wound being inflicted by someone other than a friend, someone you have shared details of your life with and never dreamed they would ever do anything to hurt you.

This happened to me. I still can’t actually believe it. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up one day to discover it didn’t actually happen. I did trust someone. I did have a relationship with someone. I was friends with someone. It feels strange talking about it in the past tense, but it’s true. That state of being is over, and I’m not sure it will ever come back.

It also feels strange to feel absolutely no remorse over feeling the way I do. Even now, I want to include a paragraph about how I feel bad about how I feel and how I wish I could figure out how to put things right. I would be lying, though. I feel nothing right now but blind rage, and I wish nothing but vengeance on this person. I at least have the morality left to not try to inflict that vengeance myself. It is difficult, though, to not stoop to that level. I want to be a wrecking ball, destroying every object of hate in my path.

This feeling is not fading. It feels as if it will last forever, and everything from common sense to religion to quotes in the Reader’s Digest are telling me to let it go. I can’t, though. I don’t even want to right now. Is this meanness? Is it sin? Is a byproduct of depression? Am I just not a very good person, or am I simply a human being who is having a very natural reaction to a terrible situation?

I hate not knowing the answer.

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5 thoughts on “Hate

  1. Pingback: Hate | momentarylapseofsanity

  2. What is a “good person”? People do feel like this, whether Hitler for Jews, or Simon Wiesenthal for the men he tracked. The Brighton Bomber now gives talks on forgiveness with the daughter of a man his bomb killed.

    Feelings are not bad. Only actions can be bad.

  3. Reblogged this on incognito and middle-aged and commented:
    We’ve all experienced this and I don’t think it makes anyone a bad person, I guess depending on the circumstance. And yes I believe this person is a human being that is having a natural reaction to the situation. I would say however, there will come a time where we need to let it go so it doesn’t ruin one’s own health and well-being.

  4. Sadly, I was once a victim of a hateful person. I assume this person was a fan of Grant Wilson who used to be on Ghost Hunters before he left to spend more time with his family because she apparently had no idea who Julian Lennon is. I blocked her from facebook and twitter and black listed her comments from my blogs. I was also forced to leave live journal and fan pop because she posted hateful, hurtful and negative comments about me. I chose to delete my blog for Grant and I am no longer a fan of his. I no longer follow him either.

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