It’s rare for me to despise something. That’s a strong word, a strong feeling—contempt, deep repugnance. But it bubbles to the surface when I encounter indifference, a complete lack of interest, concern, or sympathy for anyone or anything.
In researching why I feel this way when I encounter it, I came across many quotes, one of which I share here. No wonder it raises my hackles.
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference. ” —Elie Wiesel
Does anything raise your hackles to the point of contempt or deep repugnance?
I was sitting in my home office working on an article, when all of a sudden I heard a menacing, deep-throated growl. Getting up to investigate, I’m certain that I heard strains of scary background music from a horror movie as I told myself, “Don’t go in there!”
Cautiously entering the living room, I saw both Willa and Lexi in a crouched-for-spring stance, lips curled back, teeth bared, and hackles standing on end!
Eyes trained on the window, I saw what they saw—the shadow of an armless hand waving back and forth! At least that’s what it looked like through the partially-angled verticals.
Drawing the verticals fully back, the armless hand turned out to be a fallen leaf enjoying a gentle back-and-forth ride on gossamer thread—a diaphanous strand from a spider’s web.