Daughter: Appa, I think my Geography teacher hates me.
Me: I don’t think so.
Daughter: How can you know if she hates me or not?
Me: I can’t say for sure, but it certainly can’t be as bad as you imagine.
Daughter: What do you mean?
Me: Hatred for a person develops only when one considers that person important enough to be worthy of one’s hate. For your teacher, you are just a small worm, an insignificant piece of the school landscape and certainly not someone she should needlessly expend her hatred on. She needs to conserve her share to spread it over more deserving people.
Daughter: You mean I am not even good enough to be hated?
Me: Exactly. You have not yet attained the stature that would grant you the eligibility to be hated. You are a mere speck of dust in your teacher’s cosmos.
Daughter: You were right. The situation is not as bad as I had imagined. It’s worse.