I am starting to develop "hate".
Before now, I was quite sure that I knew what Hate was.
And then, just now... I experienced it in its true form.
It's like this amalgam of feelings.
They're not dark and disgusting like you'd think they'd be.
It's more like... a bad taste... putrid... as if someone poured you a big bowl of acid.
It sits right above my heart, in such a way that I don't even know how else to really describe it.
Perches?
I think it definitely perches.
It's as though someone took Hate and made it into a tangible object.
And then, it all made sense...
... the Westboro Baptist Church signs...
... the lynchings in the South...
... slavery...
... beatings...
... it all started to fall into place.
It's the opposite of love, without really being all that different from it.
It's like the Agent Smith to the Neo.
The Yin to the Yang.
It is the direct and complete opposite of what we've come to expect.
And just as love progresses... Hate shows it's face in an equally appealing light.
I tried not to Hate.
But now, I see that it is an essential part of life... and my well-being.
