Hate

My definition differs from yours. I've better things to do than to focus on the source of an external discomfort. I think it's better to rise above it but what does one do when it seems to follow them wherever they go? I guess it's somewhat like meeting an old enemy you'd previously vanquished. Would it be but the fact that this target has changed but you find, repeatedly, that it does not. Still, I wait for it's action. It's aggression as opposed to mine. Channeled through my strikes.

A relentless, pure, merciless defense against an opposition. The affair's end at the sink, with the soap.

This is my definition of hate. What is yours?