A Harmless Aversion

We may hate people merely because of what we take to be their character… Moreover, anger can be cured by time; but hatred cannot… The angry man wants his victims to feel; the hater does not mind whether they feel or not… [The angry man] would have the offenders suffer for what they have done; [the hater] would have them cease to exist. – Aristotle

We see by experience that the best people, if they are obliged to hate someone, become malicious by degrees; for even if their hatred is just, they so often call to mind the evils they receive from their enemy, and the evils they wish him, that they become gradually accustomed to malice… Hatred is always accompanied by sadness and grief. – Descartes

I don’t know why I hate her, I just do. – anonymous (and many)

Have you ever had an enemy? Someone that you needed to hate? Very powerful, isn’t it? – John Locke/Man in Black (LOST Season 6, Episode #8)

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. – Sun-tzu (Chinese General & military strategist)

It is fact that Someone can hate Another, even if Another has done no direct harm to Someone.  Someone may be biased because of Another’s actions if Someone feels indirectly hurt by them.  Additionally, this selective hatred can come simply from distrust of Another even when Another has given no reason to not be trusted.  Other possible reasons for this kind of hatred may be jealousy or insecurity.

I feel this way about an individual.  I hate that I hate this person.  A few of my close friends hate this person as well, though they can’t find explanation.  I’m slightly biased for reasons that will remain unsaid, but still, I don’t stand behind my rationale as being sound.  Often I wonder what this person feels towards me, if anything at all.

However, I do believe that if these ill feelings were not focused on this particular human, they would likely be redirected to another.  It reminds me of the Mark Twain quote – “Some of the worst things in my life have never happened.”  I can’t stop thinking that the moment I look away, the ugly truth around this supposedly unjustified hatred will pummel its steel fist right into my chest and saunter off laughing.

So it’s possible my hatred stems from paranoia.  Or maybe I’m just fucking bat-shit crazy.

In either case, this aversion is mostly harmless.  It’s only a burden on myself, a burden that you may find relatable.  Perhaps we just need a little love to distract us.

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