I hate long lines.
Oh man, I love brownies.
My mom's gonna kill me.
Really? Your mom's going to kill you?
Do we know what we mean when we say such things? Is it really just culture, a twenty-first century manner of speaking? Or is it symptomatic of a greater problem, an insincerity we can't stop?
I hate getting up in the morning. I hate racism.
I love cereal. I love my family.
Let your "Yes" be yes, and your "No," no.