It's taken some time this evening for me to gather my thoughts.
I market myself as a misanthrope, and for the most part, it's true. I don't like people. In general. There are very few people I have any personal issues with, not because I haven't antagonized a situation to exist between us (because I have), but because for the most part, there are very few people on Earth who can have any appreciable effect on my life.
There are people I like. That like though is fairly superficial. Have a conversation; share a laugh; have an inside joke - all of these are fine. Be friends? Meh...if you want to consider me a friend, that's fine, but no guarantee I consider you the same way. I don't do that because I think I am too good to be anyone's friend. I do it because I think I am not good enough to be anyone's friend. That, and having moved so much as a kid, I never developed any long-lasting friendships so I considered them temporary fixtures in my life and I treat them as such.
I don't like going out in public. Not because I hate people, but I'd much rather be able to go grocery shopping without having to hear anyone else, or smell anyone's B.O., or have to weave my way through the aisles like Billy in Family Circus because people want to park their fat midwestern butts in the middle of the aisle and impede traffic. Hate though? No. Hate is an active emotional state and one I just don't feel like putting my energy into maintaining. I do my best (most days) to try and be indifferent. Having a permanent case of RBF (look it up on urban dictionary if you don't understand), my indifference comes across to most people as frustration or anger.
tl;dr - I don't hate people. I just don't like most people and don't want to figure out if I should like them or not.