So what about the people I can’t seem to figure out because I’ve got only a handful of reasons to dislike them or their philosophy on life, not enough to label it full blown HATE or HATRED ( I use the term super loosely, but how many things in the world do we really, truly “HATE”? Ok there are more than a few for me but even so.). What is it?
I’m beginning to think of them as my vaccines. The things I dislike about them are their germs. They enter my brain and create antibodies to protect or warn me the next time I encounter such “germs” in someone else. In a way, I’m thankful for these vaccine-people. We should all be. How else would we fend off the enemy, discover who we really love or are passionate about, discover who’s worth our time and who’s worth ignoring? It’s thanks to all those vaccines out there I have enough antibodies to keep me sane.
This is weird. In essence I’m writing a thank you letter to all the assholes I’ve known/ still know who aren’t worth hating yet dwell in a small space in my mind and presence at times, lingering in and out of acquaintance. They make the occasional comments that rub me the wrong way or make me think twice about cauliflower and it’s implications on social norms in society or other bullshit. And my antibodies keep growing. Is this me developing a personality or building up walls or maturing? Immaturing? I don’t know. But I’m figuring it out really slowly.