I found myself humming this in the title, as it got two hours past the time my “friend” was supposed to get here to help me.

Millions of people could ask this question every minute… and yet, the people hated don’t know it, don’t care, don’t feel it.

Yet, although it doesn’t get us anything, anything good, we keep on being angry, or even hate something or someone… myself included. I mean: I fall into the trap of hating someone… who doesn’t care. Even if he knew about it, he wouldn’t care.

So, what is the problem with being mad at someone, resenting someone, or hating someone? After all they did something that you don’t like, that bothers you, that maybe even harmed you.

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