On Hatred
Hate. That basest of angers. Many people would have you believe that hate is an acrid poison, destroying whoever drinks from it's cup. I don't subscribe to this ideology. You see, there is a portion of the population (about five to ten percent on any given day) out there that I hate. And I love my hate for them.
As some of you know, I run and bike all over the place. I do this because it's supposed to be good for my health and I like the way it makes me look and feel. But I have to question whether or not it is a healthy thing to do. You see, every time I run or bike, I trust my life to the lowest common denominator... Unfortunately, that denominator seems to be 'stupid.' Whether it be the person who doesn't look in both directions of an intersection, the person who makes a turn a foot in front of me, or the person who thinks it's funny to swerve off the road into the bike lane in front of me (getting as close as they can), I hate you.
I hate you for your culpable negligence. I hate you for your gross disregard of the impact that you can have on your physical surroundings. I hate you for your sense of humor, which says it's a good idea to endanger someone for a giggle. I hate you because you don't really know wtf you are doing.
I don't shy away from my hatred. I embrace it. The anger that floods my veins fills the muscle with an energy to run faster, pedal harder, and work stronger. I pick up my head. I focus my gaze. I kick a little more. I won't allow you to see me appear weak. Especially since the people I'm writing about could really use to get out of their vehicles and get some exercise themselves.
So I want to thank you for the motivation. Your stupidity makes me a stronger man.
As some of you know, I run and bike all over the place. I do this because it's supposed to be good for my health and I like the way it makes me look and feel. But I have to question whether or not it is a healthy thing to do. You see, every time I run or bike, I trust my life to the lowest common denominator... Unfortunately, that denominator seems to be 'stupid.' Whether it be the person who doesn't look in both directions of an intersection, the person who makes a turn a foot in front of me, or the person who thinks it's funny to swerve off the road into the bike lane in front of me (getting as close as they can), I hate you.
I hate you for your culpable negligence. I hate you for your gross disregard of the impact that you can have on your physical surroundings. I hate you for your sense of humor, which says it's a good idea to endanger someone for a giggle. I hate you because you don't really know wtf you are doing.
I don't shy away from my hatred. I embrace it. The anger that floods my veins fills the muscle with an energy to run faster, pedal harder, and work stronger. I pick up my head. I focus my gaze. I kick a little more. I won't allow you to see me appear weak. Especially since the people I'm writing about could really use to get out of their vehicles and get some exercise themselves.
So I want to thank you for the motivation. Your stupidity makes me a stronger man.