FreeWrite5 Hate it or Love it

It’s a typical Friday night, sitting at UNO’s,
Laughing and smiling while ignoring the menus.
The waitress comes, we ask for a few more minutes.
She comes back, everyone orders.
Now we wait.
A pack of cards appear on the table, the cards are dealt.
A friendly game of durak, six cards to each player.
The game starts, not so friendly anymore.
Cards are thrown, arguments arise, cheating occurs.
Immature and uncivilized,
Primitive.
The waitress comes back with our tray of food.
The cards disappear, the game stops.
Everyone smiles,
We eat.


Love
Mom
Running(track)
Competition
Music
Friends
Boston Latin Academy
Reading
Learning
Boston
Sports
Gym

Hate
Running(track)
Overpriced merchandise
Spam
Racism
Hypocrisy
Waking up early
Immaturity

I am missing the combination of the love and hate in this poem. I see "immaturity" but it was under your hate list and the immaturity in the poem isn't hateful. I'm confused!