There are two types of people who go to hell.
One who sees God, gives him the middle finger and is GLAD he’s going to hell. He hates God and can’t wait to get out of his face. He moons God as he enters the elevator going down.
The other one finally sees God. Oh…my…gosh…He is so loving and kind, and here I lived like a complete and utter sinner. I feel so guilty and I can’t look him in the eye, I really let him down. This person jumps into hell to avoid all the huge amount of guilt. This person goes to hell and weeps.
Imagine if you met
Steve Urkel. Depending on your personality, you’ll either think that hanging around with him is hell or heaven. If you’re a huge star trek fan, you’re in heaven, you’ll be debating Kirk vs Picard and having talks about how technology like that could be made. If you got nothing in common with him, then hanging around with him is hell.
God is the same way. If you understand him, and get him, then you want to love him and being with God is heaven. But if you don’t get him, don’t understand him, you don’t love him and don’t want to be with him. Being with God would be hellish in that case. Hell, would be a mercy since they’ll suffer less there than if they were forced to be with God.