I hate you. Yes I do. Hate everything you do. Of all things this is
true, everything you do. I hate you, hate you, hate... And love.

This is clearly what happens if I try to write one of these things
while old music videos are playing loud on my TV at the other side of
the room, but I did come here with a point, so whay not continue and
see if we get to it...
'":>

Sorry, that's not a face, I was just trying to hit the enter key.

Um, yeah. But it's not just you, I hate everyone else too. Hate blacks,
hate whites, hate the young, hate the old, the right and the wrong, the
dream and the truth, the innocence of youth. All the bugs flying above
me trying to get to the light - how do they get in? Damn I hate them
too, heck and the light, things are nicer in the dark. I could see the
TV better. Though I hate it too, stupid ignorant rubbish and 
emotional induldence.

Hmm, they're playing "Great Southern Land" now, yeah I hate this
country too. Too bloody hot for starters, but I hate the Earth anyway.
And what sort of idiot hates his own planet, so I'd better hate me
too, and I do, passionately. I've stopped rhyming too, which is a
shame.

But I love it all too, love me love you, love these damn bugs.
Facinating little creatures crawling over my CRT monitor. Somehow
instinctively disloged by a light blow of air.

Look, I am getting to a point. You see there's a reason to hate
everything and a reason to love anything, they might not be good
reasons on either side, not things that would prevent reaching some
sort of rational conclusion one way or the other. But we don't think
in reason, we think in emotion, in love and hate. Someone you know
says how great something is, you've never thought much about it before,
you agree with them, follow their lead, implanted with the seed, to
follow the dream of another man's need.

You know stuff this I'm off to watch music videos, back in a tick...

Yep right, I'm back, no less coherent, but what the hell I hate you
anyway so what does it matter that you can't follow this. Free
thoughts, get what you pay for, all that shit.

The gist is this: There's a reason to hate everything if you look
hard enough for it. So you can hate everything, everything you
think of, even hate itself. And if you hate everything then there
is no meaning to hate, everything is hated and every reason for
hatered is hated, it is all equal, meaningless, a level playing
field. So why not love it? Let hate be love, and inversely let love
be hate because there is some cause to love everything as well as
hate it. In truth they are the same, just passions. Emotions. The
juices of thought flowing through your brain.

What do you do then when burdened by hate, or overwhelmed by love?
Just remember that it is a choice you can make whether to love or
hate. Should one bring pain, it may as well be the other. Don't
define yourself by your loves or your hates, just your happiness,
the bliss of not really giving a fuck.

It's kind of nihilistic I know, and in effect kind of just another
take on "sour grapes", but it works for me. I mean I have to be
feeling pretty good before I start sounding this nuts.

Oh, and I hate this theory as well of course, so I'm welcome to
ignore it whenever I want. Right now though it's just, oh, lovely.
I'm not drunk either, believe it or not.

-The Free Thinker