I remember as a
child my
mother used to tell me not to use the word '
hate'. "No, you
dislike suchandsuch", she used to say. I look back at this and i say "
Bullshit!", I hated things then and I hate them now. I hate just about everything and every one to a certain degree, except maybe
chocolate and
sex, but I could even give valid reasons for hating those things to.
I guess it comes from my hippie parents, when I was young they were still on that "
love everything" kick that seemed to saturate
counter-culture circles throughout the late 60's and early 70's. Since reaching adulthood, that vile state in which
responsibility settles into a ranking in your life above fun, I've learned that love doesn't get a whole lot done, really, in the long run, hate is a much more
active force. I mean love makes people do some
goofy shit, but it really lacks the urgency of hate. And that's what I like about hate, it's an emotion with somewhere to be. It doesn't
idle in a daydreamy state or second guess itself. It goes
straight for the
jugular and then looks for the next
target. I mean isn't that
really what we want in an emotion.