{"id":504,"date":"2007-09-01T15:36:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-01T15:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stallioncornell.wordpress.com\/2007\/09\/01\/on-being-hated"},"modified":"2007-09-01T15:36:00","modified_gmt":"2007-09-01T15:36:00","slug":"on-being-hated","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/on-being-hated\/","title":{"rendered":"On Being Hated"},"content":{"rendered":"

Thinking about my previous hatred essay<\/a>, I came to realize that I\u2019m usually on the receiving end of the whole hate thing. I\u2019m somewhat impressive in the sense that over the course of my life, more than a few folks have hated me with a burning passion. Something about me inspires pure loathing that can last for years, even decades.<\/p>\n

Case in point: For most of my childhood, I was in a performing arts group in LA called the Kids of the Century that sang at state fairs and such. We traveled to most of our gigs in rented buses, and Hank and Sheila \u2013 not their real names \u2013 used to share a seat near the front and proceed to make out in front of everybody. They were one of those gross, cutesy couples with the pet names and the Eskimo kisses and the slobbering. Always the slobbering. Being an insecure adolescent, and probably being somewhat jealous because I wasn\u2019t making out with anybody either in public or in private, I mocked them every chance I got. I don\u2019t remember what methods I used, but knowing me, I was probably pretty annoying.<\/p>\n

Fade out, fade in. Several years after high school, I went to a Kids of the Century concert, only to see Hank and Sheila, now a happily slobbering married couple, sitting two rows behind me. It made me smile to see them again. I went up to them at intermission. Hank was very friendly, and we chatted amiably, but Sheila wouldn\u2019t speak to me. When she saw me coming, she made a point of standing up and dramatically stalking off in a huff. I was unable to take a hint, so I caught up with her, but she still wouldn\u2019t speak to me. She wouldn\u2019t look at me. And all I was trying to do was say hello. I went back to Hank, who sheepishly told me that Sheila still hadn\u2019t forgiven me for the way I\u2019d made fun of her all those years ago, and she still talked about me with venom in her voice.<\/p>\n

Keep in mind \u2013 I hadn\u2019t seen Sheila for probably close to a decade. I hadn\u2019t been talking about her. I hadn\u2019t thought about her. Yet after all this time, she was, in the words of the Scottish poet, \u201cGathering her brows like gathering storm\/Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was a bad scene.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not justifying my adolescent behavior. I\u2019m saying that, by keeping that hate alive for so long, she did herself a whole lot more damage than she did me.<\/p>\n

To sum up: Languatron comes by it honestly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Thinkingabout my previous hatred essay<\/a>, I came to realize that I\u2019m usually on the receiving end of the whole hate thing. I\u2019m somewhat impressive in the sense that over the course of my life, more than a few folks have hated me with a burning passion. Something about me inspires pure loathing that can ... Read more<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-504","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/504","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=504"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/504\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}