Loving Hatred

So this week was Thanksgiving.  I tried to do that thing that I'm sure most people do on such a day and name all the things they are thankful for.  I won't say I had a hard time doing it, but in order to figure out what I was thankful for I had to do something strange.  My thought process was more of a think of things I hate to remember things I love.  It was strange to me too, but I think it worked out pretty good.  First I decided I hated Satan.  Probably the person I hate the most.  Not for just the ways he tried to ruin my life with his little deceptions, but how he lies to the entire world, and people believe him, and bad things happen because of it.  I look forward to the day when I can look that dude in his spiritual face, because he won't have a body, and laugh and point because he doesn't have a body.  Loser.  So because of that, I decided I was thankful for the Gospel, and for Jesus Christ, and for my good friend the Holy Ghost.  Without these things I would be one lost little puppy in a big world full of fire hydrants.  The next thing I thought of that I hated was school.  What a crappy thing school is.  I'm still trying to figure out how this is supposed to make me a better person and more prepared for the "real" world, because right now it just makes me upset and stressed and angry and sad.  But I realized that I really am thankful for school and the opportunity I have to increase my education, and I guess if school is making my life so hard, then learning to deal with it actually will prepare for future circumstances.  Profound I know.  The hatred continued with a list that included cold weather, sickness, running, dumb people, and little children.  And while I still hate these things quite a bit, I have realized there are other things that I absolutely love that have these things in them.  For instance...I love skiing and I love snow.  Can't have those things without cold weather.  My grandpa, taking the words right out of Kanya's mouth,  has always said, "What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger."  So I guess technically sickness helps your body learn to fight harder, making you stronger.  I love football.  Let me say that one more time...I LOVE FOOTBALL!!  And I guess football would not be football if there was no running.  Dumb people make me laugh.  Can't argue with laughter.  And little children, as angry as they make me when they sneak up behind me and poke my back, or take my hat, or call me stupid, or ignore me, or tattle on me, or color on me or my things, or cry, or yell, or insist on their way, or steal all attention away from me, or make me do or say the same thing over and over and over again...I think they make me laugh more than all those other times, so they can stay.  The list of thankatude goes on and on.  Some other things on the list include, but are not limited to...food, girls, family, moms, music, life, Donny Osmond, sports, TV, girls, love, hats, shooting stuff, and Christmas (in no particular order).  I love this time of year and the spirit it brings.  Goodnight.

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