Hate.

I don't get hate. I never have. I've tried. I've even tried to hate. But it's nigh on impossible. I think it's the worst possible feeling a person could ever feel. Like a diarrhea struck elephant just relieved itself on you. Although if you ever found yourself in that situation, what in shennanigans name were you doing? Under an elephant?

I've seen/heard so many people using the word 'hate' for the most random things. For instance, "I hate this shit". From a Gen Y point of you, yes I understand that language. But seriously, and more logically speaking, you can't hate shit because if you did, you'd be dead due to clogging. It comes out of you for crying out loud. For those of you cringing when you read this post, I strongly suggest a good biology lesson for yourselves. This is how the world works.

"I hate my life". That's when I cringe. You're alive. Why would you hate that? But then again, if you're dead you wouldn't really know now would you? Unless you become a cherub or Satan's apprentice and watch your soul being taken away by the respective good and bad side. Anyway, I divert.  My point here is, Hate is an extremely strong word and not one I'm a fan of. I don't use it because it gives the impression that you really really dislike something a lot more than you actually mean to. I've only ever said it to two people, both of whom mean so much to me. Go figure hey? It may help at that point when you say it, but it doesn't really. It's a temporary vice. And not one I'd resort to knowingly or unknowingly. In other words,I'm very conscious about my usage of the word.

And honestly, hating something actually affects you more than what you're hating on. It changes your mentality and your perception of something, and not in a good way. There is absolutely nothing rosy about hating. What leads to hatred? Way too many expectations. The more you want and expect, the more chances of you getting smacked in the face by reality and voila! Hate Is Born.

It was just a random thought.