There's a scientific finding that concluded "hate is of a closer emotion to love than anger", I believe that. When I feel anger I am bathed in frustration but when I feel hatred I hate with a passion.
"Love is to hate to lose someone and hate is the love to lose someone."
I think the similarity between hate and love wasn't immediately evident to me until I began to hate someone tremendously. Caveat: I don't normally hate people, so please don't avoid me when you see me on the streets! But in all seriousness, I began with a 'like' for this person that escalated to an infatuation that, thankfully, did not blossom to love. Ever since our connection became sour I was sad and felt unappreciated (I was) then when meeting them for the first time in months I was calmly apathetic but… rather than a normal indifferent apathy it was really a silent hate.
At first I thought, "this can't possibly be right, I'm just feeling a little upset and angry" but no, after further thinking into the matter, I concluded that I must really hate them now. It was an abundance of emotion that has collected into a ball; frustration, sadness, anger; because when I think about it apathy would not lead me to think about this person all the time, still, to this day. Now I have resigned myself to the thought that I hate this person and probably will be from here on forward, which admittedly is surprising and a rather sobering thought because I never knew I can hate a person to such an extent.
Being the person I am, I began to look into the matter, and rather than analysing with my feelings, I began to analyse it from a psychological point of view. I deduce my feelings for this person hasn't dissipated, but rather shifted from a passionate infatuation to a fervent hatred (the silent but deadly kind). I suspect I won't get over this 'emotion' anytime too soon for I am too stubborn to do such a thing.
Indeed, too stubborn.
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