Many people throughout the course of human history have offered the world explanations for what the purpose of human life might be. Some people think that we don't have one, that we're just biological computers focused on survival for the sake of survival. I tend to think that people's most natural inclinations are toward what is self-centered and that weaning humanity away from selfishness toward goodness is what we're supposed to do. There are too many things wrong with the world of humanity for me to believe that it is a good place gone wrong rather than a bad place full of tests of our resolve to be something other than evil.
If I have a persistent character flaw, it's probably a love of hating people who I think deserve to be hated. There often seems to be at least one person every year of whom I can't think without also thinking the thought "I HATE that person." The conglomerate has provided me with so many people to hate that I binge on hatred all day.
They are evil people who have done and continue to do terrible things, in the blase and even self-admiring way in which horrible people prove how horrible they are with their enjoyment of their miserable behavior. I could spend my life listing every bad thing that they have done, almost glorying in my loathing of how many injuries they have inflicted on me and other people, permanently carried away by the opposite of liking.
I suppose that's what meant by the insidiousness of evil. If evil people can't make you into one of them by getting you to do or approve of the horrible things that they do, they can hollow you and damage your personality with the evil of your hating them.
I suppose it's self-indulgent to think about how much you hate someone when you aren't obligated to think about the person at all. It's difficult to stay away from it though, from thinking through all the ways that there are to say, think, feel, show the idea of
I
HATE
you.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 1, 2015 @ 4:09 p.m.
