I saw a post on the board asking if there was anyone you really hate.
I wanted to respond. I wanted to talk about how hate for me has been kind of a difficult thing. How I have often mistaken my angry and hurt for hate. That when I've recovered, I've realized that I can simply not engage. That it's probably true that indifference is so much more damaging than anger or hate.
But I got scared and anxious and tired instead and was confused about what I was trying to talk about.
And now I'm having a feeling that I've done this before- That is, explained in a blog entry that I've done this before.
So I probably need sleep before I completely lose all concepts of time/space and my temporal lobe starts producing its own weather system.
I like red and brown noise best. nightnight
I wanted to respond. I wanted to talk about how hate for me has been kind of a difficult thing. How I have often mistaken my angry and hurt for hate. That when I've recovered, I've realized that I can simply not engage. That it's probably true that indifference is so much more damaging than anger or hate.
But I got scared and anxious and tired instead and was confused about what I was trying to talk about.
And now I'm having a feeling that I've done this before- That is, explained in a blog entry that I've done this before.
So I probably need sleep before I completely lose all concepts of time/space and my temporal lobe starts producing its own weather system.
I like red and brown noise best. nightnight