No one likes to be hated. Unless it's for a very good reason, and that reason is consistent with and necessary for one's continued existence as the person one is (for example, being hated by supervillains is good, if you're a superhero), people in general prefer to be liked. I don't think this is a standard issue for most people, though, as most people don't have people hate them. Hate is a strong emotion.

I, however, seem to have a natural knack for making people hate me.

I think what bothers me the most -- and, frankly, scares me -- is the reasons I'm hated. People who, in my opinion, really ought to know better than to judge someone without knowing them are some of my most fervent opposition -- and these aren't people who can claim to know me. Half the time I don't even understand their reasons for feeling the way they do. Some of them made their decisions based on seeing another person's side of the story, without pausing to consider my reasons or motivations in the slightest. These are people who themselves could and are prejudged, and no doubt rail at the injustice of it, yet they turn around and condemn me without knowing me in the slightest.

And that scares me.

This is normally a post I would leave friends-only, but I'm opening it just for the sake of open discussion. Maybe some of those people who do have a great and not-entirely-grounded contempt of me will see it and give thought to their actions. On the other hand, probably not. But a dragon can hope.