I used to hate certain people. I'm not motivated to revenge, I just felt intense loathing every time I saw them enjoying themselves and living blissfully at other's expense. Then that progressed, eventually I felt that feeling of loathing with every person I met. I started to feel like the humans that surrounded me were crawling over everything and draining the resources around me, then leaving nothing but filth behind, all whilst they were quite content with themselves, because they were living only for the chemical rush of organic existence. Like being surrounded by cockroaches, if cockroaches could make up obscene poetic definitions for their biologically driven wants. Of course, being human myself, I then started to somewhat loathe myself, but not as much as them.
I'm beyond all that now. I don't hate anybody. Hate is just a series of chemicals and neurones too, and if I indulge it, i'll be just as gormless as all the others. So I just pity those who are constrained by perception. Now it's just fun. If i'm going to be human, and painfully aware of that fact, I may as well use my perspective to get as much enjoyment as I can from it.
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Umquam sentio nex?