Crossing the Rubicon

Throughout the years, I have said that I hate multitudinous people, places, and things. Hate was just another monosyllabic four-letter word in my vocabulary that effortlessly rolled off my tongue. On occasion, I have expressed my feelings of hate in the presence of an annoyingly virtuous person who will say, “Hate is a strong word,” a banal utterance I generally disregarded before reaffirming my hyperbolic feelings of hate. When I put things in perspective, however, I don’t believe I have ever met someone whom I truly hate—someone whom I would perform a Mexican Hat Dance on his/her grave rather than attend his/her funeral without blowing snot rockets in the open casket—until now. Hate is a strong word because it is a strong emotion. True hate is like true love. If you question whether or not you have ever experienced it, the answer is a resounding no. But once you feel it, you’ll know it.