You know who I hate?
August 25, 2004
You know who I hate…?
I hate telemarketers who call and interrupt my life, because deep down, I feel like my life, or my job must be better or more important than theirs…
I hate people who are rude drivers on the road, because deep down, I know that I can be a bit of a road-ass as well.
I hate people who make changes to things I’m in charge of, or leading, because deep down, I’m pretty sure I have some control issues.
I hate people who are impatient with others, because deep down, I’m a pretty impatient person.
I really hate people who are racists and judgmental, because deep down, I can be judgmental and make stereotypes of people as well.
I hate people who are close-minded, narrow and who have (what I think to be) a small view of God, because deep down, I know I’m just as close-minded about them and their views.
I hate people who are inconsiderate to others, because deep down, I know that I can be an ass to certain people.
I hate people who appear to have it all together, to have no worries, cares, concerns, because deep down, that’s how I wish I was and I don’t really want to have to trust God.
I hate people who think they’re God’s gift to humanity, because deep down, sometimes I struggle with my own ego/pride issues.
I hate people in the blog-world who can’t be in dialogue without coming across as rude, arrogant or just plain stupid, because deep down, I just want as many people as possible to agree with me.
Who do you hate…?
Tags: Confessions, Life
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Adam Walker Cleaveland: 
August 25th, 2004 at 7:36 pm
This hit home today. I hate being reminded that I am broken, that I’m still a man in need of a saviour.
August 25th, 2004 at 11:13 pm
I hate groups of theologicons who are pathetically fragile, shamelessly broken, haggard, unsocialized, and angry…like me.
August 25th, 2004 at 11:30 pm
well, on the chance of being one of those know it all bloggers…chuckles…hate is such a limiting emotion, it’s good when we can face our limitation and work to overcome it. That’s when the real growth starts. Good Post.
August 25th, 2004 at 11:40 pm
I hate people who make assumptions, based merely on someone’s appearance, about the person’s character or actions, because I too often catch myself jumping to these very same conclusions. It is worse when I don’t catch myself.
I hate the person who finds only negative things to discuss or consider, because I struggle so much to focus on the things that are good.
I hate those people who succeed so flawlessly and seemingly without effort (e.g., in academic work, when that used to be an issue for me), because I am a hopeless perfectionist who works too hard.
I hate bloggers who always have new, creative ideas for posts. Like, thrice daily.
August 26th, 2004 at 1:33 pm
I hate people who are incredibly pessimistic at times and insist that they are notbecause I do the same thing…though I really am just realistic more than anything else…
I hate girls who spend hours in the morning trying to make themselves look perfect because I know that deep inside I want to look more like them.
I hate people who even hold hands with their signifigant other in public because it serves as a reminder to me that I am single.
I hate musicians who like to show off and stand out because I know they’re taking that spotlight away from me.
I hate nerdy people (like the ones in my dorm) because the fact that I can be interested in a conversation with them reminds me of how much of a nerd I always have been and always will be.
I hate friends who rarely write back, because they’re too busy, when I write to them because their letters make me happy even though I know the chances of me responding to them are probably not so good because I’m too busy.
August 26th, 2004 at 2:13 pm
I hate people who are not trying to be more inclusive; I leave them out my grand schemes because of it.
August 26th, 2004 at 3:32 pm
I hate people who interrupt me when I’m talking, because I know that what I have to say is so much more important.
I hate the nuggets of spiritual wisdom heard all day long on Christian radio, because they seem so arcane.
I hate saying goodbye.
I absolutely hate flys, what real purpose do they serve? Really?
I guess that all in all, I just hate too much. It’s so easy to hate something and seethe over that which is different than to confront it and try to understand.
August 26th, 2004 at 3:33 pm
I hate people who interrupt me when I’m talking, because I know that what I have to say is so much more important.
I hate the nuggets of spiritual wisdom heard all day long on Christian radio, because they seem so arcane.
I hate saying goodbye.
I absolutely hate flys, what real purpose do they serve? Really?
I guess that all in all, I just hate too much. It’s so easy to hate something and seethe over that which is different than to confront it and try to understand.
August 26th, 2004 at 3:57 pm
I hate cabbage, well because it’s just disgusting:)
August 26th, 2004 at 7:20 pm
I hate people who take other peoples ideas and use them on there blog,,,, beacause somtimes i wish i thought of it fist too.
Don’t worry mad i wont tell ;)
August 27th, 2004 at 10:25 am
Mikaela is right folks. I stole this wonderful idea from a pastor friend in Idaho, we did this around a campfire last weekend at the family camp - but it is a great idea, and a wonderful exercise. Keep ‘em coming! Who do you hate?
August 27th, 2004 at 6:01 pm
i hate mean people
i hate ‘old time religion’
i hate biting my lip or burning the roof of my mouth when i drink or eat something that’s too hot
i hate when i tell a lie, especially when it’s one that is so inconsequential it’s absurd that it would even come out of my mouth
i hate stubbing my toe, or getting my hair pulled, or anything that causes that instant pain from clumsiness
i hate people who hate questions
i hate people who sexualize children
i hate abusers
i hate being so hot or so cold that you can’t even function
i hate that bra straps are now a fashion accessory
oh i could go on and on…
August 30th, 2004 at 11:48 am
I hate people who put christianesque decorations on their car because I don’t want anyone to know that I’m a christian when I cut them off and flip them the bird.
August 31st, 2004 at 1:41 am
If I don’t hate anyone, does that mean I’m perfect?