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What is True Hate?
I certainly don't hate my doctors. I've seen or am still seeing wonderful doctors who I believe truly want to solve this medical mystery. How can you hate someone for trying, even if they aren't able to succeed? (See You Should Have Demanded... Part One)
Do I hate my medical issue? Well, I'm not sure I hate it, however, I certainly dislike it. (See Dealing With The Issues Associated With Hashimoto's Disease)
I never understood hate. I never felt hate. And then... I learned. I understand now what real hate is. I can honestly say, I hate only one person on this planet and for good reason.
I always thought that when people said "you make me sick" they were simply referring to an expression. I've since learned, it's more than that. I can honestly say that the sight of someone literally does make me sick to my stomach, that I can't even stand looking at the person, that the sound of the voice, the sight of the face, seeing the stance, their ways, the attitude, all actually make me sick. I never thought I could feel hate, but, I now know, hate is real, sadly.
Feeling hate brings on a lot of anxiety. It's a horrible feeling, but one we can't control. The same as we can't help loving, we can't help hating. I'm happy to say there's so many more that I love. There's only one I despise.
Why do I hate? I have very good reason. The person brought it on themselves. They made themselves hated by their actions. Sadly, I'm not the only person to feel hate for this person and I find that very sad. It's so sad that someone can be so disgusting as to make others hate them.
There's a difference in truly hating someone or something due to reality, the bad things it causes and hating or thinking you hate simply by what you imagine. I was once "hated" online. The reality of it was, these people didn't even KNOW me and refused to meet me or even speak to me. Their agenda was simply to attack me.
The reality of it was, these people didn't hate ME, they hated what they IMAGINED me to be, what they themselves made me, which is nothing close to the real me. They also "hated" the fact that I was confident, couldn't be intimidated, and unlike them wasn't afraid to show my face or sign my name.
They "hated" me even more when I would hit the nail on the head and call them out on their own ridiculous behaviour. I was guilty of one thing, having my own opinion and sticking to it and not backing down. If they "hated" me for that, well, that's their problem, not mine. Obviously, I was intimidating.
They invented a character in their own minds by misunderstanding my words, twisting my words, taking my words out of context, and even lying about me and then exclaimed how much they HATED a person they refused to really get to know. That's not hate. In reality, that's insanity.
|Me - no reason to hide.|
These people didn't truly hate me, they were exasperated, frustrated, insecure, ignorant and also felt powerful in a pack and while hiding behind a computer. They behaved so badly, did nonsensical things, immature things all in the name of attempting to insult me or hurt me and convinced themselves I cared and they "got me." They even went so far as to pick on a young, terminal cancer patient. How disgusting is that? The thing is, I'm still here, I'm still showing my face, I'm still signing my name, they are all in hiding.
I was even given an ultimatum once. Someone actually threatened me saying I had 24 hours to take something off my blog. MY BLOG! Yes, I laughed too. This woman actually had the audacity to tell me such a thing and thought I'd actually comply. No. What I did was make my own phone calls, to the place she threatened to call. and found out that what I was doing was actually appreciated.
The story I wrote about on my old blog was all over the media. The people who the story was about asked people to share their story. Many blogs, newspapers, magazines, and television stations did just that and so did I. Only, in this person's mind, I wasn't allowed to so she felt the need to give me an ultimatum thinking she was scaring me.
Do I hate this group of "mean people." Nah. I pitied them. I laughed at them. But I never hated them.
Hate causes way too much anxiety. I hate cancer. I hate one person on this planet. As for the person, I avoid as much as possible and when I HAVE to deal with that person, UGH, I get through the situation just to get done with what I must get done. As for cancer, well, if it finds us, we deal. It found my family way too many times, and it's taken loved ones from us, young and old, but not without a darn good fight.
|I've always LOVED pink roses!|
You need to be tougher than hate, stronger than hate. I have much more love in my life, I love many more people, pets and things that I ever could possibly hate. I'm blessed.
So, no, I don't HATE my doctors and I don't HATE these crazy medical issues. It all causes me severe anxiety, it certainly limits my life, but I choose to be positive, think of the pros and not the cons. (See Pros And Cons)