Hate is a strong word. A very strong word. And I refrain from it. I always claim that I don’t hate people,places or things. I may tend to dislike them, if it’s an extreme.
Not that I haven’t met eve-teasers, people who’ve touched me inappropriately (on the road, in the buses).
Not that I haven’t met people who broke my heart, who for their selfish interest decided to stomp the silly thing- right under their shoe. I seem to have given a lot of people, a lot of chances.
Not that I’ve never been wronged- by friends, relatives or acquaintances.
I’m grateful that I’ve picked myself up and have moved on from hating people. I’ve stopped disliking them either- (except for a few moments of immediate reaction). I grow neutral towards them. As Lily one said in ‘How I met your Mother’- you’re dead to me!! People stop mattering at all.
My personality is an extreme case – I’m a black and white person, 0 and 1 type. I seem to have no shades of gray in life. It’s either a yes or a no. A midway is a difficult path and I seem to be oblivious of its existence. So, I, either love people or they exist (I’m neutral). I would either have best Friends or they’re acquaintances. Either I admire my boss or boss(es) or I don’t really care too much. Same goes with Co-workers.
Personality disorders or simple life – I don’t go around complicating my life with degrees of attachments. It’s either love or nothing. A digital system. People tell me this isn’t how is should be but then, I don’t get into such discussions.
Stay simple (the way it suits you), because it’s only one life!!