During the Stop Hate campaign, I couldn't help but take time to reflect on hate. What exactly is hate? What is the best way to resolve hate? Am I a hater - or a hata', perhaps?
While pondering these things, including how to stop hate, all I could think about is what I hate. It's a natural feeling, like love, and if you're like me, there are just things in this world you hate.
I hate it when I don't have my student I.D. with me while buying food at the Atrium because of the tax charged to those who are not students. Do the workers think I just walk around the Art and Journalism Building with a bookbag so that I can save 14 cents on my meals? It's not like I'm less than 21 years old and trying to buy alcohol; I just hate being charged so much for "not being a student."
I hate people who still wear lanyards outside their pockets, letting it hang down by their legs as if they're trying to show off that they have car keys. Or maybe it's to show off their love for Adidas, with the logo stitched in the lanyard. All day you dream about soccer? Sex? Sodomy? I just hate people who still do that - it's one of the high school fads that needed to die quicker than a joke by Absolunacy.
I hate it when people pull over to talk on their cell phones. Hey buddy, why don't you talk and drive recklessly like the rest of us, then complain when other people almost hit you while driving and talking on their own phones? Really, you're more likely to cause an accident parked on the side of the interstate than you are when driving 90 mph on it.
I hate it when the person taking my order has a unibrow and acne so bad it looks like someone stomped on a ketchup packet and it went all over his face. Is it too much to ask that the person who is taking my food order not have a mustache, either? Especially when it's a girl? Not to sound conceited or stuck-up like those MTV "Sweet 16" girls that I abso-freakin'-lutely hate, but something about looking at Chewbacca before I eat unsettles my stomach.
But nothing makes my stomach uneasy like ignorant and downright stupid people.
Much like the Stop Hate campaign, do the people who are protesting the immigration laws know exactly what they're "fighting" for? Something tells me most of the illegal immigrants were sitting around, freeloading on our rights, and decided they wanted to get even more than they want to give. Message to illegal immigrants: You're called illegal for a reason - it's against the law. Hello, McFly? How about all of the druggies, murders and pedophiles get together and protest that those acts are illegal? Because it doesn't make sense, and neither does this if you just sit there and think about it for five seconds.
I hate thinking for five seconds.
I also hate racists, people who are lazy, people who walk by you and say "how are you doing?" but really don't care, crotch rockets, people who wear their Greek letters in some fashion every day of the week, golf, North Quad, Cracker Barrel breakfasts, greedy CEOs, litterers, stains that won't come out of clothes and - last but not least - climbing up four stories of steps in Cooper Science Complex.
Anyway, what was this campaign trying to stop again? I hate forgetting my original point after going on a rant.
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