When you get so high over the course of the years that you no longer have grasp of reality; ideally, coming to the conclusion that life is a simulation and everyone is a pawn of Charles Manson, the incarnation of Jesus Christ, and every subsequent Jesus-lookalike is just a facet of his personality that got away.
A person you hate intensely not because they deserve such hatred but because they serve as a focus for your general hatred. A healthy way to dispense with excess animosity.
Jake's not really that big an asshole. He just serves as my hate sink.