I’ve never hated anyone. I get angry sometimes at people, we all do, but I think I skip the step of hatred and sort of move to this feeling of sadness when I’m faced with someone who doesn’t like me. What is hate? It’s so easy to say “I hate him” but what do we really hate about them? Do we hate the idea of them or the fact that we have some idea of him? The fact that he or she is able to take up a moment of your thought and that jus infuriates the person thinking. I once thought I hated this kid in my 5th grade class, but the truth was, I just felt bad for him because he was too dumb to realize that he was doing stupid things in his life. I may not have all the answers, and I’m pretty damn sure I will never have all of them, but I can guarantee that no matter where we go in our lives, we are all on the same team, and we kind of have to be, whether we like it or not because we are social creatures, and we have to think on a social level in some way.