Hate is like an ugly bile that will boil up inside of you. It's very unpleasant. Disliking somebody is one thing, but even if I dislike somebody I won't ever wish harm on them. Nothing worse than having them step into a puddle wearing only socks, anyway. There's nothing more uncomfortable than wearing wet socks!

I've rarely felt hatred towards anybody I've personally known. It's one thing to read horrible news stories about people doing evil things, but because it has never affected you personally there's only so much hatred it can invoke. What am I going to do about an abusive parent in Chicago if I'm in the UK, or an attack on innocent children in Syria? Nothing, except hope that the perps get what they deserve. Then you focus on your own world again.

Only person I've truly hated is a man who tried to sexually assault me. Luckily he failed and after that day I never saw him again. But thinking about him made me sick, and I knew that if I ever saw him again I'd try to kill him, because even before that incident I knew something was off about him. He was a bad seed. He was our landlord and the incident happened because he happened to catch me alone in the house we were renting from him. I was 18 and he was in his fifties. We reported him to the police and moved the very next day, deposit be damned. I may have been 18, but I got the feeling he would've tried it on if I had been much younger too.

It's not even an emotional thing, true hatred. More an empty need to destroy. I would've been keen to kill that man and have a nice cold beer afterwards. Never felt that feeling since, nor do I wish to. Love is much nicer, more whole and joyful.