Hatred; that seething, furious, bottomless loathing; is something best suited to the young.
I don't think I've genuinely hated anybody in at least ten, no fifteen years. There was, way back when, a person I genuinely ought to have hated, in the fullest sense of the word, but I chose not to and, since then, I've been essentially unable to hate anyone else either.
There's plenty of room left to get angry at what people do. Sometimes I truly hate what some people do, usually when they do it to others or, worse yet, to me, but that doesn't translate into hatred for the person.
Maybe I'm just too lazy to hate anyone or too selfish or too self-centred. Maybe I'm just too damned old. You know it takes an awful lot of effort to really hate a person the way I've seen some people hate others. You have to invest a lot of yourself into it just to keep the fires from going out.
Now I suppose if somebody murdered one of my children I might hate them. In all honesty, I probably would. Actually I'd probably be able to hate anyone who murdered anyone's children but I think that's still setting the bar pretty high.
I have a friend, a well-placed, very bright, accomplished Conservative who genuinely hated Mike Harris. He hated what Harris was, he hated what Harris did, he truly hated the man himself. It wasn't jealousy or political rivalry but outright, visceral hatred. I found it perplexing, even a bit frightening but it also made me realize I didn't have that energy and drive to ever emulate the guy.
I guess what I learned from my friend is that, if you're really going to hate someone, do it right. It's too easy to "pretend hate" which gives you all the bad without any hope of the slightest good. If you haven't got the commitment to hate properly, why not try the lazy way out? Just let it go. When you do you might just find it lets go of you in return. That's usually when you discover that the person you thought you hated really isn't worth the bother of hating.