I have an unhealthy love affair with Pepsi. When I say unhealthy I mean that I can’t get enough of it and that I’m going fall in love, get hurt and break my heart unhealthy, not that it’s loaded with sugar give me Diabetes, stop my heart and kill me unhealthy. There is a difference and though I do know the unhealthiness will kill me, I continue. But which unhealthiness am I talking about? Aha!!!
It’s times like these when I hate myself. I was talking with a coworker that asked me “don’t you just hate these people?” To which I thought, I jokingly say I hate someone but I don’t really hate anyone. Hate is a strong word and I prefer not to use it. I will use it, but I prefer not to.