Hate and Indifference

Headed to a destination far west of my home town, I was a thousand miles from home and a thousand miles yet to go to reach my destination when I took a wrong turn. 100 miles off the path before realizing it, this wrong turn became a very long wrong turn. I met two people while in my 'state of lostness', each of whom seemed on a different mission. I might add that never have I seen two people with distinct missions so in tune to their purpose. I first came upon a Mr. Indifferent who busied himself hunting deers and fishing for salmons. While fishing, he entertained himself by watching golf and football replays on his Iphone. I sought his assistance in putting me on the right tract, but he ignored me all together; not a word. It seemed I was breaking his consentration, and his anoyance of and by me was clearly visible. He could not have cared less. I quickly moved on, thinking the 'grass was surely greener' around the next bin and up the next hill. I met Mr. Hate over the hill, but if he was grass, it certainly was not greener than Mr. Indifferent. Mr. Hate was determined to live up to his name, and I was his next target, the receptor of his verbal wrath that had neither rhyme nor reason. It appears that he was instinctively hateful toward any and everything within sight regardless of any connection with himself. Never had I seen eyes and body language more hateful. 120221PS