Hate

You know who you are. People who throw the word "hate" around like a toy, like a tool. People who delude themselves into thinking that someone hates you just so you can progress the melodrama that is your life.

Recently, I have been informed that I apparently hate someone with a passion. Suffice to say, I was surprised by this revelation that I hate someone. Especially since the person in question I hate has not talked to me, or I her, in close to two years. Even more so when I found that I hate this person because of an 'anti-so-and-so' thing I had idly talked of in the immediate weeks following the fight with her, and had not talked of again since. And surprised most of all, because I don't hate her.

I'd like to vent some steam and set the record straight. I DO NOT HATE ANYONE. AN-Y-ONE. (Except maybe Osama Bin Laden, but I'd be surprised if there's any non-extremist who's shitlist he ISN'T on.) Strongly dislike, maybe. "Hate" is the polar opposite of "love", and just as I seldom give my love to anyone, so to do I seldom give out my equally intense hate. Hate takes effort, takes energy. It's a gigantic waste of time and energy. To hate somebody for nearly two years would be a completely pointless endevor. Hate also implies you'd do something to hinder things for the target. Which is just petty. It goes against my modus operandum of not doing anything against anyone until they strike first. Hate entails being an agressor, the antagonist. Hate is active, not passive. Which, as just about everybody who knows me would say, I'm not. I'm a pacifist, for crying out loud, more likely to just ignore something I don't like rather than blow up in a righteous fury at it. Hate blinds you to things, leaves you with glaring vulnerabilities. Hate ursurps reason, and I prefer to keep my reason about me, thankyouverymuch! Hate leaves no room for compromise, for logic of any sort. If I hated the person people think I do, then why the hell would I admit to oweing them for something? Wondering what I mean? Take a look here. If I hated several of the people on that list, would I be able to swallow my pride enough to admit they've HELPED me in the past? Didn't think so.

With that steam blown off, lemme sum it up for you people out there. (You know who you are.) Swallow your egos. It's not worth my time or effort to hate you. 1) Things happened almost TWO YEARS AGO. Get over it. 2) You haven't DONE anything so heinious as to make me hate you (Unless you're crashing airplanes into buildings and I just haven't heard about it yet.). If I hated you, I would be figuring out how to get my katanas past airport security and stuff so I could hate you face-to-face and act on it. Which, suprise, surprise, I'm not.

If you are the person I supposedly hate and get your panties in even bigger a wad that I DON'T hate you, let me clarify further. I don't like you terribly much. That should be evident being as I have not tried to talk to you or bother you for nearly two years now. But I don't hate you. Tough cookies.