The Man Who Hated Not Being Able To Think Of More Things To Hate

    The man who hated everything and everyone sat on the low brick wall near the fountain and fumed.

   He fumed because, for the moment at least, he seemed to have run out of things and people to hate.

   Mentally he ran down the various lists he hat created of the various things and people he hated, and could not think of a single thing or person that he could add.

   It was most infuriating, which of course, he hated.

   He had mentally created lists of everything and everyone he hated and he enjoyed spending hours studiously mentally reviewing each and every entry on the lists.

   All of them had deservedly earned their placement on the lists.

   However, occasionally he considered moving something or someone on the list up or down a few notches, but usually he was very satisfied with the order of hatred he had created.

   Today, for the first time in a very, very long time, he was close to being happy with each and every listing - and that could not be allowed to happen. 

   Being happy with the lists of everything and everyone he hated just might, he thought, cause him to smile.

   And that would ruin everything.

   So he pondered deeply what or who could be added to the lists.

   Ponder, ponder, ponder.