Why I Hate People...

What does it mean to hate?

Hatred (or hate) is a deep and emotional extreme dislike, directed against a certain object or class of objects. The objects of such hatred can vary widely, from inanimate objects to animals, oneself or other people, entire groups of people, people in general, existence, or the whole world.

(Wikipedia doing a sterling job as usual.)

To me the word hate is very important; it’s up there with my favorite words. People call it a strong word, say that it’s nasty and hurtful. But that’s why I like it, it’s so powerful and holds real meaning. If I were to say I don’t like something you wouldn’t pay attention; if I told you I hated the same thing you’d perhaps be shocked and ask why.

There are many many things that I actually, genuinely, hand on heart, hate. Most of them are futile thoughts and relate, as the definition says, inanimate objects, or things that I could never possibly have a chance of affecting

Most of my friends will recognize that I am quite a miserable person, I’m anti-social and I’m probably the biggest pessimist or cynic you could come across. And I think this is probably why I hate people.

How can you hate people? You might ask, well I intend to answer that question very comprehensively.

The individual human being has so many faults, and they vary so widely across everything, social-groups, racial identities, whatever. Not anyone group of people or any one person is faultless, myself included.  But some people are much more at fault than others, and they deserve to be ridiculed for it.

The scope of human idiocy is so vast that I couldn’t possibly cover all things in this blog, I could write books on it. In fact, maybe one day I will do so. However, there are a few things about people, and my hatred for them, that I have to share with you.

Stupid Questions. What’s that? What does that do? Is this PC World?(He asks whilst looking at a sign, a shirt a leaflet and everything else that is completely different in colour, and, right, get this, says the name of a completely different store that in no way resembles or sounds like PC World, to which I calmly, and rather too nicely say, no PC World has moved). People like to asked stupid questions that they could quite easily answer if they applied a small amount of logic to the problem at hand. For example, a man picks up a butter knife and asks what it is, well it’s a butter knife, how can you not know that, your clearly of a mentally sound disposition and your in your thirties, so how could you have not encountered a butter knife before in your life. Okay, that’s maybe a bit of a creative example, but people really do asks such pathetic questions that they could easily answer themselves with a bit of thought.  It really grinds on me, why do people expect to get through life with other’s answering their pathetic queries?

People think you owe them something. At work because you’ve got a name badge and uniform on people think that you owe them the world, and that because you owe them this they can take any attitude they want, they can shout, be rude, swear, whatever, because you have to be nice. Well, guess what, I owe you absolutely noting, if you show me respect I feel that I owe you respect in return, show me disrespect and, yes, your right, I feel that I owe it you right back.

I also hate old people that think that young people are a problem. “Oh, the youth of today are this that and the other”. Actually, the youth of today are quite pioneering, they are intelligent, generally quite well mannered and can be very nice and helpful. What is really the problem is the old people that say this about the youth. I suppose this relates back to people thinking that you owe them something, Old people think you owe them respect because they are older, and you don’t, people have to earn respect, or show it to get it in return. “Respect your elders” is way too Victorian.

Attention seekers.  The worst kind of attention seeker is the one that doesn’t know that they are one, moreover the worst is the kind that is told they are one and gets upset and starts crying, bellowing out amongst the tears, ‘”I’m not attention seeking am I?” Why, yes, yes you really are. Then there is the kind that completely goes out of their way to be the moron in the group, you all know the one, it’s the guy that shouts everywhere you go, the first to get drunk and do something stupid, and ultimately, it’s the friend that, when in public, you try to pretend that you don’t know. These people really grind on me because they just don’t shut up and go away, they just sit there, in the corner of your eye winding you up. Get a grip of your lives, stop writing pathetic self-pitying Facebook statuses and grow up.

People who have had “hard lives”. My mum once said to a room of people that my brother had a “hard life” because he used to get into trouble at school, nothing too bad though. Well, no mum, he really didn’t, he had the exact same upbringing as me and you wouldn’t say I had a “hard life”. I would never profess to having a “hard life” and I so understand that some people Have quite genuinely had setbacks and what not that have impacted their lives; it’s not their fault and I sympathise with them for that reason. But my problem comes when a people try to justify moronic actions with the fact that they had a “hard life”. How dare they? Some of society’s most successful and brilliant people came from hard backgrounds and have struggled at points in their lives, Alan Sugar came from a poor background, Stephen Fry suffers from depression; do we ever see them using this as an excuse? No we don’t . So why, when we see someone do something so idiotic it’s dangerous, do people justify it by saying, “well, it’s not her fault, she just had a hard life”. I don’t just hate people who say that having a “hard life” holds them back (and for the record I have friends who you could say have had a hard life, but they aren’t pathetic and don’t use it as an excuse for anything), no, I hate those that try to justify their stupidity because of it.

I’ve given four reasons as to why I hate people, and even if they seem extreme, they really do make me hate people. People always try to ascertain what the problem with society, why is it we cant live in a Utopia? The answer is really quite simple. People. People will always find some obscure way to ruin things, no matter what it is.

I hate lots of people for these reasons and others. Maybe your one of them. If you are please just stop.