Have you ever hated someone so much that you think of him/her when you see this question? I have it, not a deep hatred, not a gender insult, not a generational hatred, just because he is my father's brother, a cunning uncle who wanders between my parents' families! Today my parents quarreled over him again, and I suddenly felt so hateful. In the real world, we can't openly "slaughter" him, and he hasn't done anything outrageous. But such a person will quietly stay in the corner and pop up suddenly, which makes you sick.
Purpose: personal essay