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To hate or not to be…
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by [Ydra ]

2007-08-17  |     | 

Browsing through the site and the internet in general I noticed how many items are dedicated to love and things connected. Impossible love, young love, lost love or just love.

Nobody bothers to talk about hatred and to hate. Let’s analyze it for a bit. It’s such an interesting item on the list. It’s easy to incur somebody’s hatred. Just be an ass. So easy to obtain. Compare it with love and to the tons of flowers you men need to bring to your Julietta’s door just to get some attention. Bloody unfair.

Similarly, it’s easy to hate somebody’s guts. Be it the bus driver or the smelly lady at the bread shop. Easy again. Just wish for it, find a reason, be it real or invented and there you have it.

Reading a lot of history and a bit of literature we cannot stop noticing that it’s equally easy to harbour a grudge against somebody. Look at the world wars for example. Ain’t much love there, that’s for sure….

Now since we’re really getting to understand things now, let’s have a bit of an experiment. Let’s take Female xx (or Male xy, whatever makes you feel comfy). Let’s presume she is all happy, fuzzy, warm, you know, that world-of-my-feet feeling. Inject one millimeter of hatred (any sample would do just fine).

In one day the results are remarkable. The female feels dizzy and sick, creates drops of water all the time coming from the edge of her eyes. Black eyes, walks as if she had a lot to drink (probably she did) and in a day or two an almost shut down of the system. No obvious traces of the infection, of course. Just think of the military uses. Oh wait, they already use this in the Middle East (and with what results too!).

Let’s all use let’s hate each other happily ever after, until no trace of what we were remains. Let’s take the needle deep into the heart where the pain is and voilà. No trace of whom we were, no trace of the thing called love. The world needs love like a hole in the head.

Don’t be afraid. Let’s hate each other happily ever after….

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