There are few things in this world I absolutely I hate.
I should probably hate many more things than I do. Given my life experiences….A LOT.
I’ve been raped at least four times, one of those included a gang bang, and the last time I was raped, it was sodomy. I WAS ASS-RAPED.
I have been kidnapped twice, once by my father, when I eighteen months old, and once by a strung-out junkie when I was in my mid-twenties.
I have EVERY FUCKING REASON TO HATE….but I don’t.
I do, however, hate, with the fiery-hot passion of a thousand dying suns, PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVENESS AND SARCASM.
I especially hate sarcasm when it’s perpetrated by someone who makes a good show of being sweet-as-pie, because it is expected, or because they “have to”, but inside, they are seething with whatever it is inside their mind and heart, which produces sarcasm.
I do not know too much about sarcasm manufacturing, because I am usually never passive-aggressive, sarcastic, or facetious.
I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Period.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I can be passive-aggressive with the best of them….I just don’t like to operate in that fashion…It makes me feel like a lying coward with a pussy for a face.
Plus, everyone these days is sarcastic and I hate doing what everyone else does.
I AM a hero and I never was a zero…at least a zero in the way that sarcastic-ass, mean-ass human beings mean….I AM a zero in the sense of INFINITY and IMMORTALITY…but that’s it.
Being truthful makes for a very lonely life.