Thursday, December 3, 2009

Hate Hate Hate

I've been guilty of it too. I'm not saying my shit doesn't stink, but I feel so surrounded by it and am growing very tired of it. It can be broken into a lot of complicating categories.
I think people have different reasons to hate, even good reasons. Not all people even look at or question the reason when it happens and choose to fuel the flames of the hate. Others, go into auto-vain where they ALWAYS assume a vain reason why you would hate on them. Others are over-analytical and try to be controlling over a reason a person hates. Others spend too much time on trying to predict the future rather than looking at the why or how to deal with the present. I think all three are vital: The why, the dealing with the present, and the future consequences of what could happen if something isn't dealt with.
There is always the other category that people are simply grouchy, not particularly hateful of anyone. Some even have no problem with admitting they are in a bad mood and that it is them with the problem.
Personally, I feel I deal with a lot of hateful pigs. I hate how they get displaced in the matrix. If hate is going to happen, let it happen in the homes, let it happen in the bars, let it happen in public. I think a lot of school and work incompetence happens because of hate. There are so many times that I feel when I get criticized for something that it is not really my actual work that is the problem, it is a disguised hate that they use my work as a route for them to release it. They try to attack my esteem. Its what any hater would do, really. Haters go many routes to hate on you and try to ruin your esteem. Rather than talk about the real issue, they find ways to conspire to try and ruin your life.
I've had a problem at my internship recently. I'm not sure who, but in Australia there is a man I think that is interested in the both of us, but I don't really know who it is. I see the signs though. She had a displacement of her hate and made a mountain out of a mole hill that can also be broken down.
There were two small instances where I questioned her. She blew up on me and said she refused to work with me saying that I was telling her how to do her job by correcting her with questions. First off, she doesn't have good interpersonal skills. She can't read people well. She made a horrible judgement and along with my teacher's horrible judgement, I had to pay the price for it and be the one to look bad. I like to ask questions, so that I am sure of myself whenever I do my job. It was for my benefit and didn't have anything to do with her.
But if I was doing it for that intention, or was in any other social situation questioning someone, that is my freedom of speech. She basically came across in a god complex: Who am I to question her or say anything? As if I'm a child, dog, or slave that should be under her command. Major power trip taking her job too seriously. If she is connected to Maggie through the matrix, major double standard. Speaking of Maggie, it could be her codename of judge Judy, pissed off in tons of blogs back about what I said about Maggie having horrible judgement. She wanted revenge to try to ruin me in the workplace because I don't think my judgement is inferior to hers. Maggie let it go, even if it was you and the world vs. me, I would still choose myself over you. I think you are controlling and ridiculous to want to call the shots in my life. You don't own me, you don't tell me what to do, you're not entitled to punish either even though people let you rape and get away with it.
Another aspect of hate that I'd like to go into more detail with is the vain haters. They always see themselves as superior and because of this, they are totally clueless and never competent with the real issue of why one would be hateful. One reason I hate my family is because I see them as being guilty of this. They never even question the reason. When I'm hateful, in their eyes, it is because I am either "mentally ill," "immature," or some sort of inferiority or belittlement in their eyes. They don't see that I'm complete, that I have my own individuality: that I have my own values, my own wants and desires, my own cares. Because I am not a Christian or in line with what they think, than there is automatically something wrong with me. No acceptance for who I am, and it is nothing but trying to be controlling with me. Its not just them, its tons of other people who I see as being guilty of this all the time. Then they keep making up their own story and beating on you with their vain thinking, rambling in social masterbation.
Another time I hate hate is when I reject. I'm the type that would rather be accurate and keep my integrity by saying: "ok, you don't like me for this reason," and let go of them than to bully them or lie about them because they reject me. My actions show it all of the time. Some of the vain haters lie though and say my reasons for hate are because I'm not liked by them. WRONG. No, my name is not Stan.
I see it in others all of the time though. They could care less about the actual issue, it is all about their ego. I could be the initial one to reject, and even though I can be graceful about it, they still blow up. They repaint the picture to make it look like they are the one who are rejecting. They stalk and harass. They just keep trying to look and find ways to hate on and harass you. It happens often.
My reasons for hate are usually because I feel oppressed and repressed in a lot of different ways. I feel like I'm forced into punishment and suffering for something I don't feel I should have to go through or even care about. I hate people for thinking they own me. I hate people for causing so much grief in my life. I hate the vain haters. I hate people who constantly judge and criticize like they have no other purpose in life, especially the ones that go further with it thinking vainly they are doing you a favor. I hate controlling people. I hate users. I hate people who have socially raped and conspired against me and got away with it. I hate chauvenistic men. I hate women that constantly obsess over being the queen bee.