Musings of a middle aged white woman

I think. I think a lot. I think about mundane things. I think about deep things I wonder about people I wonder about the world I wonder about myself. I’m a middle-aged, currently, overweight, getting in shape, white woman. I have friends of varying ethnicities, nationalities, race, religion, sexual orientation, etc. etc. etc. (that’s a King and I reference.) one of the big things that I think about is all the hate in the world. I hate mushrooms I hate tuna fish, but I don’t hate people. I’ve been angry at people. I have felt disgust towards some people based on their actions towards me, or towards others. There are some people that have come into my life and have, thankfully left it that “did me wrong” and I hope to never see them again, but I can’t say that I hate them because to hate them would be perpetuating the systemic problem.
Why is there so much hate in the world? Why is there so much prejudice? Why can’t we all just accept our differences and try to live with them. I know there are many varying views of this topic. And not everyone will agree. It’s not a simple topic and there is no one answer BECAUSE of all the differences we, as a human race, have.
So, in my little part of the world, in my circle, I will do my best to only hate mushrooms and tuna. Maybe even Brussel sprouts, though I do keep trying to give them a chance.