Love Vs. Hate

A topic that always seems to be on my mind, thought i'd expand for a moment.


Love: (noun) an intense feeling of deep affection. Babies fill their parents with intense feelings of love.
Hate: (verb) to feel intense or passionate dislike for someone/something. The boys hate each other.


Both of these are described as intense, intense meaning: extreme or powerful, and both in their own rights are strong enough to have great impact. If you think about, can you recall a time when you thought... "geez that's a little full on i mean do you really HATE her??" or "do you really LOVE him??".


I've got a friend who vows never to say she HATES someone unless she truly does resent them in every way shape and form, with every cell of her body. She also happens to be the person who would question the validity of an individual who'd said they LOVED someone after only having known them for a short period of time.


Nowadays I think we tend to use these two words too loosely e.g. "Mrs.Blank failed me just because I didn't spell check my essay, I hate her!" or "That guy at the club last night was so hot, yeah I totally love him". It's becoming a blurry divide in the middle, but shouldn't the two be separate?? I mean one is supposed to mean absolute 'dislike' and the other absolute 'like'. 

Is it possible to genuinely love someone and yet hate them at the same time???

Been thinking about this stuff for quite some time now, I guess we really can't trust the words of today. I've got female friends or 'x-friends' that supposedly hate me but in a week or two we'll be talking again. I've got  male friends who supposedly love me and yet i am single, so what i've learnt from love & hate so far is that the two are not always as they seems and that they are inseparable. 

[ Poem from 10 things I hate about  you]

I hate the way you talk to me, 

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car, 

I hate it when you stare. 

I hate your big dumb combat boots 

and the way you read my mind. 

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme. 

I hate the way you're always right, 

I hate it when you lie. 

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry. 

I hate it when you're not around, 

and the fact that you didn't call. 

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, 

not even close

not even a little bit 

not even at all. 

Corinthians 13: 4-8

Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous on conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish  or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and it's faith, hope, and patience never fail. 

Love is eternal

God Bless

Elleness

xxx