how many people have hated you?

A LOT.

IF YOU HAVE TO ASK, LADY, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW.

I dunno, I'm sure some people do, but like oh well.

I think I make people ambivalent, which SuXoR.

I'm not sure if anyone has ever genuinely hated me (I shall soon be corrected here, I expect), though plenty have disliked me. My perspective derives from my ex-wife, who seemed to be really liked by one and all, and then suddenly there was this woman (a work colleague) who really, really hated her. It was strange, and I am not aware that anyone has ever felt like that towards me.

Permanently? None, I hope. At least none that I know of. Though that means nothing, really, considering I'm quite sure that the only 2 people in the world I hate have no idea that I hate them...

Temporarily? Probably too many. How did I know? Because they said and did mean hateful things.

my ex sister-in-law.
she started to hate me because i had the audacity to stand up to her and disagree with her behaviour.
i dont care now that she turned to hate, we used to be close before that but now i see i am better without someone like her around.
i know she hated me because she told me so!! hahaha it felt like i was in school again.

several, but hopefully no one for a very long time.

I don't think too many: I'm fairly polite and inoffensive in real life, I think. Not that that stops some people from hating you nonetheless.

There is only one person I am actually aware hates me, and she has a very good reason for it. It took me a very very long time to get used to the idea that someone was walking around justifiably hating me -- I didn't like the idea of all of our fuck-ups in life leaving this bitter trail of malice, these actual personified Furies that can sort of lurk and haunt and remind you that your mistake is concrete and unerasable. Then I realized that most people forget, eventually, and that anyway things like that happen: a spotless life is something to shoot for, maybe, but you're not really going to make it there.

Probably lots of people, but again I'm not a good judge of figuring these things out. At least no one has come up to me and said "I fucking hate you".

that was very well-said, nabisco. (are you going by nabisco or your name or what? i'm confused)

more than I can count, unfortunately. must be my sparkling personality [[*ting!* noise from sunlight hitting smiling teeth]]

probably about 6 or 7 at different points (although i'm sure if you had asked them they would have said they didn't - people don't want to give the satisfaction of thinking you're that important). i'm hoping one particular person doesn't hate me, but, if she doesn't, maybe indifference is far worse:(

many many many people have hated me, too many to count. how do you know if someone hates you? ummm if they a) hit you a lot or
b) yell at you all the time
c) say mean things about you, either to your face or behind your back
d)spread lies about you
e) do scheming underhanded things to undermine you.

A lot of people have really hated me.

What's worse is that I have no idea why.

The majority of people who claim to hate me seem to do so because they assume that I hate them. Is that real hate?

I've been disliked by quite a lot of people but never (as far as I know) really hated unless you count schoolboy animosity. And I've never really hated anyone I've actually met.

''A lot of people have really hated me.
What's worse is that I have no idea why.''

bit of paranoia there maybe? if you don't give 'em a reason why should they hate you.

anyway, have been disliked but have never felt that i was hated (perharps because i don't give a shit if i was). I have never really hated but I have disliked a couple of ppl.

Can only think of two people:

1) Fellow student, fellow Pixies fan, intensely jealous when I dated his ex-girlfriend for a while (he had the decency to make peace with me later).

2) Former colleague, + complete bully, who didn't like it when I stood up to him.

As for me hating others as an 12 year old the only person I've really loathed was S****** a notorious local skinhead few years older than me (expelled from school in first week, in + out of borstal) who had threatened to beat me to a bloody pulp following a clash with my mother. He used to hang out outside my home waiting for me to come home from school. I lived in total fear + hated him more intensely than anyother human being in my life. I wished him dead.

Two years later he collapsed suddenly and died whilst sniffing paint remover with friends. This still freaks me out.

I'm sure there are a good few people who hate me, but they deserve it. I can't think of many people I hate, just loads of people I think are complete fuckwits.