hait

you know you've had a good week when three of your best friends in the office leave, your favorite bar burns to the ground and your $300 suit gets covered in some asshole's neon green chewing gum...which reminds me,

the phrase "i hate..." has become regrettably abundant among the youths of today, of which i dare count myself a member. while i too am guilty of using it flippantly, like the bulk of my peers i feel it important to differentiate between the definitions of hatred. when used in the aforementioned parlance it might be defined as 'extreme dislike', or a 'feeling of animosity'. even in the most capricious uses of the word, these definitions generally fit. on the other hand, there is the more serious essence of "hatred," for which the english language lacks a fitting definition. one of the better ones i've seen was "a feeling of hostility so strong that it demands action" but obviously that falls far short of satisfactory.

it's easy to hate things in this latter way (pork rinds, the scent of fresh vomit, the ebola virus) but i'm more concerned here with that hate as it pertains to dudes and by that of course i mean people of both genders and any inbetween. this rare and perilous form of hatred is a delicious lotus fruit of unknown destructive power. it is one don succumbed to many years ago and through which i believe his downfall was paved. and though i may have certainly felt extraordinarily strong lesser-hatred in the past, the blossoms of hatred-major have for the first time ever begun to peek from the cold cowboy's carefully-fertilized hate-buds in recent months. though thus far i have managed to keep its cruel pollen-enrusted stamen from view, the subject of this ire, my coworker "wendy", now perennially tests my hitherto steely resolve.

in the interest of clarity, i propose we differentiate between these "two hates" by renaming the latter, more forceful one "hait" after the legendary dead vulture scum song of the same name.

and so lies the queston: to hait or not to hait?