The idea of hatred on a personal level is what I'm concerned about. I don't hate. I strongly dislike things, and I've often used the word hate as a hyperbole, but I don't honestly hate things and, most especially, not people. The closest to hating something is my fear of snakes, and I don't necessarily hate the creatures themselves but more so, that I hate my reaction to them. I dislike people. I may not respect their choices but its their choice, and as their choices do not harm others around them, I have no problem with them. I get angry over people's decisions that do hurt themselves, others and myself but I can't hate the person who made that choice. Hating a person for a decision that they follow through is too much like taking way a person's free will and I do believe in free will above many things. After being angry, then I try to forgive and whether I'm able to give my forgiveness or not, I move on.
I don't dwell. The person made their decision and I've made decision and there's nothing that can be done about it as the past can't be changed. If I make the choice to no longer have anything to do with a person, I have made my choice. It's not a decision made of out of hate but as a desire to move on because at that point, so much has happened that I'm done with the situation and I don't care. It's not a choice made out of whim but with careful thought. It is my decision and unless there is something that brings new clarity to the situation, I likely won't change my mind.
I suppose in a way, inattention and disinterest can seem like hatred to someone who thrives on attention, sympathy and such things. The fact of the matter though is that I don't hate. I just don't care. I have no more interest in what has happened and I have moved my feelings and thoughts onto more interesting things. I have better things to do than to worry about what another person thinks of me.
