Fear

Yesterday I saw the hate of my life! If there is a "love of one's life", there must be the opposite as well. At least for me that's how living works.
I've read all sorts of mumbo- jumbo about how we should not experience hate because it feeds on our souls. Well good luck with that! We're humans, I'm human, like it or not, and I'm not saying I've bargained for something else- it just seems hate comes naturally.
He was the same man I've remembered for so long and I felt once again that helpless need to radiate spite. The biggest problem is before I started to hate him, I loved him (like that's a surprise). Or maybe I still do. It's just that the hurt he caused me was too much to bare. I know, I know- a story old as the Universe. It's just funny how feelings work- basically against you.
Another oldie but goodie- Boy meets girl,boy looses girl, boy meets computer. Upps.. That one was for my other audience. They are sort of aliens, although I like the term non-terrestrials more. Seems perverse- No not the other audience thing, the boy-computer one! I wonder why there's not a girl-computer thing...
Truth is people only pretend to like reading about real life. What most of you really want is something silly and impossible to believe in. No one wants to be serious, not really. We all wanna run away from responsibility, But it always come back, biting us on the asses.
I'm not saying reality' no good. But I dare to say most of the time I escape it because it's too hard to handle, and I'm too darn stubborn to ask for held. I'm hoping someday I'll learn how but then everything will change...