It's definitely not necessary to hate almost everything. But that part really spoke to me because I have had my enthusiasm dampened down for a long time, and suddenly rediscovered it. And I am feeling very determined about nurturing it right now, even if it's attached to stuff that many people don't appreciate.

Rereading it, I can see what a stupid idea it is. :) Why do I care whether my feelings are directed toward what some fictional person might say is the appropriate place for them?

Yes! That person isn't living inside your head, so why should they get a say?