It is always interesting when somebody says "we have a love/hate relationship" and I have recently read two essays that explore this human emotion of hatred and it got me wondering, what do I hate?
I mean hate seems to be a pretty strong word, there are things in life that I generally don't like, like spiders, wet socks, Brussels sprouts, weak coffee, but hate?
Perhaps I am too happy right now.
Perhaps in my content state of the morning I don't feel hatred because that emotion seems out of place. Maybe I should write about hatred when I am actually cranky, pissed off at the world, with a mouth full of razor blades.
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