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Dirtbag
There are so many different people to hate, so I keep things simple and hate everyone.
Leigh Lucas, Dirtbag
Hating everyone is so simple. As long as you hate everyone you don’t have to find a particular reason for any of it. Hating everyone throws the need to be healthy and rational and loving out the window. Hating everyone is void of the messiness of responsibility, shame, regret, and truth. Hating everyone lives in the clouds above right and wrong, black and white, and peace and war.
Hating everyone is sometimes called for. Like when someone we love dies and we navigate a canyon of grief. Like when a dream shifts and changes and we are overcome in a deluge of anger. Like when our heart is broken and a burn it all down reflex takes over every neuron of our brain. Like when global crises lead to existential dread.
How do we rise above hating everyone? We can hope there are enough candles and bathtubs and breathing exercises to see us through the hate wave. We can imagine and create and build things. (I find my creative impulse is an antidote for so much, including hate.) We can get out doors. (There are answers outside. I swear.) We can phone that friend who always knows that right thing to say. We can maybe search for humor in situations. (I don’t think laughing leaves much room for hate.)
Hating everyone does not work. Hate does not require us to use our words and solve problems. Healing does not happen when we hate. It feels awful to hate. We are all asked to leave the world a little better than we found it, and hate has never and will never do that.
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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