I don't.
I don't understand, that is. I don't understand how I can project so much feeling to a select few things... And then other times, when things like that burn me, I have so much hate... Hate that erases any sort of meaning or sentiment within me. As in it's so much easier to hate someone or something than to have the energy to love it...
Hate is easy. Hate is preferable. Hate puts me at ease when life is unsatisfying... But why.
It just destroys everything in my path... Until I remember that other thing. Called regret. Or forgiveness. Whatever. Forgiveness should be squashed by Hate because Hate is cool. Hate is objective, I think.
Whatever. They had it coming.
But I'd just like to know, for posterity and safety's sake, that I'm mostly a calm person. I don't like to hate. I'm not hateful. It's just that under certain circumstances, when I get charged, I really do get charged. And it's not pretty.
I'm just saying.
Posted by Mark Canlas at April 17, 2004 09:04 PM