Something has been bothering me for some time now. It has to do with words. Not the overuse of the word “literally.” Not the overuse of the words “whatever” or “awesome.” Not people who say “irregardless.” Actually, those things really annoy me. But what really drives me crazy is the overuse of the words “love” and “hate.”
I was talking to a friend about a new movie and she said, “Oh, I won’t see it. I hate Tom Cruise.” You HATE Tom Cruise? I may dislike an actor’s acting style, or their role choices, but hate? No. I save that emotion for more serious matters.
Let me give you an idea of what I mean.
I hate that my Father died so young.
I hate Cheetos.
Do you see the difference? Can the feelings in these two sentences even compare?
I dislike Cheetos. I can’t stand Cheetos. Cheetos are not my thing.
I think maybe this all boils down to my love of words and their true meanings. We throw love and hate around so casually that they lose their meaning.
I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.
I love spaghetti.
I love my children.
I love lattes.
Overuse of the words tends to make the sentiment less. Less meaningful, less important.
We need to respect the words. We need to allow them to express their true meaning. Because if you stop to think about it there are no two words as powerful as Love and Hate.