HATELOVE
Back in the high school days, I knew this kid who would go the wing where his next class was and walk the length of the hall, then go up the stairs to the second floor and walk all the way to the other end and go back down. He would do this over and over until it was time for class.
He did this because he didn’t want to arrive at the classroom before anyone else. Sitting in that room by himself was painful. He knew that it meant he didn’t have any friends. Even worse, students knew this when they saw him there early and judged him for it. So instead he paced the corridor, pretending to have someplace important to go.
I’m still pacing that corridor because I learned to stop pitying myself and start hating everyone and now I’m in love with that hate and it loves me back so just leave us alone unless you love the hate too and we can share that love.
