Throughout my entire life I have been
brought up to perceive other Human beings as equals and that it is wrong to judge by one’s shade of melanin, or by
one’s size of feet and certainly not by one’s preferred Church clothes. Of
course these are perhaps peculiar features which one could judge a person on,
but I’d just like to point out that prejudging someone on their race is just as
ridiculous are prejudging someone because they are wearing a rather
unflattering brown jacket which does not indeed match their skin in any way and
so they definitely do not have a sense of taste or style in any way.
It is very well for one to say ‘I do not
judge, I love everyone’, because that
is obviously heinous blasphemy to the laws of discrimination. Everybody hates
someone. This is not meant to be an indirect attack on the conduct of which we,
as humans live our lives, but is merely a statement relatable to us all, even
if we fail to admit it. Everyone hates someone, be it because once someone
asked to borrow your blue gel pen in pre-school and then never returned it,
conjuring up a livid fire of hatred and causing you to make a personal vendetta
against that person; or perhaps whilst in your public library, you simply saw
someone who you preferred to show distain for, rather than gentle indifference.
Indeed, distain can cause pleasure (for the conjuror anyway). Sometimes it is
simply nice to not like a person; it shows variety within your range of
emotions and human interaction.
However, I am in no way encouraging a
rebellion within humanity, sparked by a few controversial words by a nomadic
misanthropist who loathes her very
existence and that of everyone around her. I am highlighting how it is perhaps
worse to pretend that we all get along like bees in an beehive (exclude the
episodes when the drone bees gang-rape the Queen and then brutally force her to lay
eggs for the remainder of her short life…..) and that we should get off our
do-gooder’s high-horse and just admit that there are some entities in Life that
we cannot control: our abilities to hate.
Hopefully we are all mature enough not to
actually show our hatred, but to at least show a sense of civility and false
affections. Yes, here I am accusing humanity to be superficial and that behind
every smile there is a pernicious abhorrence for just about anything that dares
to show even a glimpse of nuisance. So what? Hate is hate, and like deathly fire,
once sparked, it will intensify as time goes on, with only [holy] water to
threaten its nefarious glow.
Disclaimer: After reading this prose you will perhaps hate me, the creator of
such monstrous and disreputable thoughts. Good. I hate you too. Now get out of
my yard.
Only Daria understands me...
Copyright © JRFB 2012
Ever gone out in public with a hoody and sunglasses in a frantic effort to conceal your identity because of fear of bumping into that one person you never ever want to see again? - the person you had a one night stand with? (hey, we've all been there..) Here is a short sonnet to relay the amusing, but painfully heart-wrenching moment when you see them again, and again and again...
