On overused words

I wasn’t planning on posting, but paul sparked something in my brain…

The words love and hate…

Love is not hooking up with some random at a party, or even the feeling which i have towards Reese’s peanut butter cups. If it must be defined, i would simply define it as putting one before yourself. And no, i would not die even for delicious peanut butter coated in chocolate.

Hate is not a simple dislike. The dicionary defines it as intense and extreme, far from the context most people use it in. So no, you do not hate your sibling or teacher (unless, that is, you feel a strong urge to end their life, which i hope you don’t).

So save those two words for when they are needed, unless you refer to Reese’s peanut butter cups, because there should be a whole definition set apart for a love of those tasty morsels of awesome.

 

Eric, Destroyer of Worlds