hatred: A dissertation in the keys of F & A
Hate...
Just saying the word twists my mouth into an angry pose that leaves a taste I can't describe; and thankfully so. Like poison for the soul, it seeps its way in gradually devouring our natural instinct to seek out others like us and instead seek out those unlike us and direct toward them an emotion we ourselves knows to be abrasive at best and genocidal at worst.
How does a person become so consumed by this emotion that other emotions start to seem to them signs of weakness? How does a human being see love, charity, and concern for others as a fault? In truth, these emotions take more strength to display and direct than hatred, spite and contempt. Nothing that destroys could ever be as strong as something that builds; could never unite so many and sustain them.
Now, I'm no love-monger. I don't believe in spouting poetry to every woman I meet or advocate free love. I don't think love takes place in restaurants or dark clubs or beds or sofas or bear skins before roaring fires. Far from it. I advocate sincerity. If you love me then show me. Don't tell me about your love for me and fail to display evidence thereof. Don't expect compassion form me and reciprocate with malevolence. By the same token, don't blow sunshine up my posterior.
If you hate, then do so with sincerity. But before you hate me make sure you know me well enough to do so properly. Give it the respect an emotion of such magnitude deserves. Don't hate me because of my tattoos, my hair, my leather drenched body. Hate the book, not the cover. Hate me with the same intensity you would show to love me. If you are too weak to love, at least have the fortitude and conviction to hate strongly; consistently. For this I will pity you. I will meditate on you. And I will respect you. And when you are stronger and have healed from this disease of the soul; should you wish, I will walk with you as a friend. In the meantime, I pray to the heavens that someone will enter your life who is strong enough to love you until it breaks your little, black heart.
Just saying the word twists my mouth into an angry pose that leaves a taste I can't describe; and thankfully so. Like poison for the soul, it seeps its way in gradually devouring our natural instinct to seek out others like us and instead seek out those unlike us and direct toward them an emotion we ourselves knows to be abrasive at best and genocidal at worst.
How does a person become so consumed by this emotion that other emotions start to seem to them signs of weakness? How does a human being see love, charity, and concern for others as a fault? In truth, these emotions take more strength to display and direct than hatred, spite and contempt. Nothing that destroys could ever be as strong as something that builds; could never unite so many and sustain them.
Now, I'm no love-monger. I don't believe in spouting poetry to every woman I meet or advocate free love. I don't think love takes place in restaurants or dark clubs or beds or sofas or bear skins before roaring fires. Far from it. I advocate sincerity. If you love me then show me. Don't tell me about your love for me and fail to display evidence thereof. Don't expect compassion form me and reciprocate with malevolence. By the same token, don't blow sunshine up my posterior.
If you hate, then do so with sincerity. But before you hate me make sure you know me well enough to do so properly. Give it the respect an emotion of such magnitude deserves. Don't hate me because of my tattoos, my hair, my leather drenched body. Hate the book, not the cover. Hate me with the same intensity you would show to love me. If you are too weak to love, at least have the fortitude and conviction to hate strongly; consistently. For this I will pity you. I will meditate on you. And I will respect you. And when you are stronger and have healed from this disease of the soul; should you wish, I will walk with you as a friend. In the meantime, I pray to the heavens that someone will enter your life who is strong enough to love you until it breaks your little, black heart.