Love and hate

Love and hate are strong words and I use them for a reason.  For example.  I don't kinda like my imagination and have a negotiable problem with some of the more unsettling things it conjures up.  I love my imagination.  I treasure it.  I was blessed with a strong and vivid imagination.  But all imaginations, whether they be weak or strong, can come up with some awful things.  This is what I hate.  What I despise.  This is where that blessing turns into a curse.  Because a strong and vivid imagination can come up with all kinds of horrid things without prompting, and in great detail.  Hopefully that example made sense.  My imagination is just one example of things I love and hate.  Of course there are more.  Some worse than others.  I'm not sure, but you might be able to guess one or more just by reading my blog.  But here's something to remember: Never say "I love you" if you don't have a candle burning in your heart just for them.  Never say "I hate you" unless there's venom in your voice and you mean what you say, even after all the dust has settled.