I've been sad lately. Not something anyone can do anything about since my sadness revolves around all the hate I've experienced in my life. Hate, pure and simple, is causing my heart to break and my soul wither.
I am no stranger from hate. Hate and I go hand in hand. I was going to publish a post about the Chick-Fil-A (CFA) controversy and how all the recent internet articles have made me realize who I am and from where I have come, but that doesn't matter. I can't articulate what I have realized because I am so saddened from the hate, vitriol, polarizing words, that every person is taking against another.
Hate. I hate, hate. It has made me sad. It has made me criticize all those around me. Whenever I see a friend "like" pages on Facebook (FB) that go against me, as a person (homosexual/agnostic/Hispanic/male), I realize that person hates too. Whether that friend realizes that they promote hate by "liking" a view point is beyond my scope- I wish I could be omnipotent. When I "like" a page/post about an animal that has been neglected and then brought back to health, it shows that I hate the people who let the animal get to that condition. When I "like" a certain fast food restaurant, it stands that I generally hate all other similar restaurants. I know not everyone thinks like I, and there is my problem: people don't think like Rene.
I think too much about hate. I know hate. I use hate to better myself. I hate myself. I really do. I hate my body shape/size, I hate my thinning hair, I hate my thought process; I hate everything about me that defines who I am. I use this hate to propel me to the gym, salon, grammar books; anything that will better me as a person. But, people don't think like I, and therefore, they don't use their hate to better themselves when the opportunity presents itself.
I have only learned to use hate as a means to motivate because I have realized that hate is the other side of love. Love is a powerful emotion. Love can make people blind to certain situations just as hate. Love is one side of a coin where hate is the other. You can't live without one. In order to hate something, you have to love something. If I hate raw onions, then I love the flavor of food without raw onions. Simple. I hate-and therefore use hate as my motivation- because I know what I love: myself. But then I encounter my problem; not everyone thinks like I think.
I wonder how many people realize that they have to love something in order to hate, and how that is perceived by those who are an audience to their actions. I don't hate people. I love people. I hate people's actions. I try to make sure I make this point when discussing politics. I fully understand that people have different view points and feel differently about topics. I understand how one side can be polarized against the other side and use hateful language. I don't understand why it hasn't dawned on people that if one's actions don't align with one's view point, then that person is hypocritical and it will be hard to understand that person's view point. If a gay man says eating at CFA is akin to promoting hate against gays, and then goes on to harass CFA patrons instead of starting a polite conversation, his actions show hatred and he is now a hypocrite. Why would someone, who (my presumption) doesn't understand the Love/Hate relationship as I, want to give any attention to that cause?
Hate. It is confusing. Love. It is confusing. They are part of the same dynamic, such as life and death. You honestly can't understand one without the other. I believe people are lacking the proper intelligence and ability to differentiate oneself from a cause, to actually talk about their causes. Their love/hate for their issues is such a strong force that they don't realize what they are doing: ignoring their opponent and themselves.
I am sad. The society I live in has created a system to allow people to think less critically - and quite literally not at all- and survive. I often joke about the existence of a genocide button and my willingness to push the button without hesitation. Considering what I know, and what I experience, I can't be blamed.
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