I would say that the difference between hate and dislike is that when you hate something, you carry it with you in your heart. The thing that you hate is always carried with you as a burden. I fucking hate mushrooms. Sometimes when I?m waiting at a traffic light I?ll say to myself, ?Fuck mushrooms and the people who eat them.? Whenever pizza is ordered as a group there?s always some asshole who needs mushrooms on his pizza like his loins are burning for it and that same asshole always takes a couple of pieces from the non-mushroom pizza like it?s a fucking buffet. You made us order a mushroom pizza with your fucking tyranny so eat your own goddamn pizza. There aren?t enough pieces for everyone and no one wants your shitty mushroom pizza. Everyone paid five fucking dollars but they only got two pieces while you got a piece of ours plus your whole fucking mushroom pizza to yourself. And no I can?t pick the mushrooms off. Maybe next time we can order the pizza with heaping piles of dog shit on it and you can pick that off. Does anyone else have a trivial point of passion that makes other people go, ?What the hell?s wrong with that guy??
EDIT:This can be for good or ill as long as you get worked up about it disproportionately to its importance.
EDIT:This can be for good or ill as long as you get worked up about it disproportionately to its importance.