Filled with Hate

     There are a couple of people at the bar that I hate. 
     I am tired of looking at them, and I am sure they feel the same way about me.
    
     I was never popular at any stage of my life with good reason, but god do I hate some people.

     It's not really a serious kind of hate, however.  It is more of a 'very irritating feeling'.

     I can't stand to watch people sit by themselves, drink themselves to a stupor, and stare at the wall for four hours at a time.

     I also can't stand to watch an old man trying to cruise young chicks and not admit it.

     There is another guy I hate, because I think he is a negative energy source.  He never says anything good.  It is hard to work with him in the room, because he is so judgmental and critical of everything I do.  Yet, he does nothing except blather on for hours.  He is not stupid, and has some intelligence, but in my opinion, he doesn't do anything with it, so what is the point?  Screw him.

     Then there are all the bums that hang out and harass people.  I hate them, too.

     There are other people I hate, but they are not even worth my mention.  I just hope that they burn in Hell when their time comes.