August 22, 2008

  • If I hate you, You’ll know it

    This catalyst form this entry is still the events surround a discussion with my friend not too long ago.  She was talking to me and asked “Why do you hate [mutual friend]?”  Nowm the truth of the matter was that I didn not hate the individual.  I was simply at the point where I would not put up with her crap and mind games.  At worst, I was generally indifferent toward her.  She wasn’t at the top of my list of people to hang out with, but she wasn’t hated, either.

    For me, there are a 3 levels for where you can stand as an individual in life.  The first is where I like you, which ranges from where I actually pay attention to you, attempt to have conversations with you, or at least acknowledge your existence in a generally positive manner.  This ranges from actually hanging out, to it’s lowest form, which would be not deleting you from my Myspace friemds.  Deleting an individual actually takes effort in maintaing the Myspace page, something i don’t regularly do, or see as necessary.  Just understand that if I delet you, you have crossed over into the indifferent zone.

    The second level is where I am generally indifferent toward you.  Normally this means that I really have no care as to whetehr you live or die.  I’m okay with your existence but I will make no effort to interact with you, and I will put limited effort forward when you interact with me.  actions htat cause this are generally ones where you have not done anything horribly negative to me, however you have creaed a scenario where you have been a terrible friend overall.  For example, there are friends that I understand are busy, so we talk occasionally, and they even make an effort to try and contact me when they are not busy.  These people are still at the first level.  Someoen who falls toward the second level generally makes no effoert to be a friend, and may have participated in actions that would make you question their level of friendship toward you.  I’ll have to make an entry on a specific example of this.  People that also falll into this level are also individuals whose lives i watch, sometimes out of morbid curosity.  They generally make bad decisions, ar see the world as entirely too tough.  Because they are not at the first level, I am generally apt to simply watch them, as opposed to actually offering advice or helping them.

    Lastly, there is the lowest level, hate.  For me, hate is an active level, unlike the indifference level, in which i have to stand by and really do nothing.  The hate level requires that I dislike you so much that I actively plan for your destruction, and the destruction of thet things/ones that you love.  This is a very reserved level, and I can only think of 4-5 individuals who have attained this status.  This is the level where the stuff that comes to mind is the same stuff that is perceived as inhumane activity by the government in their handling of terrorists an Guantanamo Bay.  It’s the level where everything is planned out, and all I need are teh means and opportunity.  There may be a creation of a further level where I step beyone the idea of simply cursing and desiring to erase existence, and step forward with those actions.  For example, if the world suddenly went into chaos, and became generally lawless.  Once we had surpassed the “do whatever it takes to survive phase”, and moved into the “semi-structured, but resembles the wild west” phase, I would make it a point to hunt them down.

    Black 6, out.

Comments (4)

  • I like your categories.  You tend to do that a lots! Do you think you can start running at Bolt’s level??? ryc:  I love this.  This is coming from someone that had a personal encounter with corn once.  Smile Smile-I hope your move is going well.  Later, Sharon 

  • You make it sound like being friends with you is risky business.  Dude, I’m so glad we got hang out for that one night.  That was my one really late night in NY and it felt like it!

  • @justhopingnow - I could probably run at Bolt’s level if I strapped a pair of cars to my feet.  And then strapped rockets to the cars.

  • @PersonalSpaceInvader - Being friends with me isn’t risky.  It’s being an enemy.  This weekend, I thought of a new way to hang someone.

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