I hate the inconsiderate neighbour next door that refuses to do anything about her rooster that starts crowing its head off every morning before sunrise .
Mostly though I hate how hating gnaws at me over time - its not good for your soul.
I suggest setting out a bowl of chopped up carrots/lettuce to entice that rooster over. Meantime sharpen up your hatchet on the grinder, upend a good sized block from the woodpile, and advise the wife to prepare for a chicken dinner.
And speaking of food and hatred, I hated turnips when I was a kid and it seemed we had them at most every damn meal other than breakfast. Luckily I now control my own menu so no damn turnips in my house.