i have no idea what normal is, and am pretty well convinced there isn't any such thing. as for hating any one person personally, the short answer is no. i've been on the other end of that though, or at least i've been told, a couple of times by different people that they hated me. the first time that happened i was kind of freeked. the never would explain and i never could figure out and still haven't to this day what it might have been about or why. the second time it happed was just as utterly and completly mysterious out of the blue and off the wall, but instead of being the end of the world to me, it was like, alright, i can live with that, it still bothers me, the not knowing why, but other then that, if someone wants to hate me i guess the're welcome to it, as long as they don't actually do anything physical about it to me. (the first instance was when i was somewhere arround 12 or 14, do the math, i'm now 60, so it was however many that was years ago. the second, more recent one, was still like more then 15 years ago. the first was someone who went to the same school i did, but i think was in a class a year or two ahead of me. the second was a complete strainger to me, so i just had to figgure whatever THEIR trip was was THEIR'S, and couldn't very well have had anything to do with me anyway) =^^= .../\...
That's never good. I don't let this consume my entire life, but it does cause a lot of emotional problems.
well, you know, i'll see someone i haven't seen in ages, and be all chipper, and they'll say "i thought you hated me." and i'll say, "you probably just pissed me off." and that's that.
Yeah, all the time. But not so much kill them. I think about cutting through the little bones in the hand a lot...