HATE IS GOOD

Hatred.
What can be said about it?
It's in all of us. Where does it stem from?
How much is too much?
We have an "Angry" contributor on this site and I can relate to it. I'm angry at times but I try not to let it get to me.
But Hatred. That's different.
Do you ever say to yourself "I hate that cock sucker" or "I hate when these assholes don't know how to drive"?I had the unpleasant experience a year ago to lose my job. I saw it coming as I clashed with a new coworker who I just didn't see eye to eye with. In fact, no one did. This guy was, and is, what you would call a total jerk-off. Sure, he could do his job but he was power hungry and made it his mission to weasel his way into being the company owner's new pet. This is how I knew my day would come.
So when that day finally came I was OK with it at first. A little relieved actually. All that stress from the job was gone. I'd be OK. I'd find another job less stressful. Not as much money of course. Then we went into the worst recession we've seen in our lifetime.Every week I got more and more depressed and, of course, pissed off. I'd be driving and I'd would just start thinking about this dude who had to show me who's boss and I'd just start seething with hatred. I would start thinking about how I'd love for something bad to happen to him. Not just your run of the mill something bad. We're talking BAD. Like I hope one of his kids gets a disease and he has to watch that kid deteriorate ultimately resulting in his wife leaving him and so on.
Then I thought to myself: I am one sick fuck.
What is wrong with me?
Am I bereft of all things human?Then I had my buddy come over the other night so I could help him with his resume.
Guess what? He lost his job too. From dealing with the same prick. The big difference was that this guy was fired by him. He had clawed his way up to being everyone's boss.
I told him of my angst I've been feeling and the hatred I hold for this guy.
He went on to tell me, in detail, how he hoped and prayed that the bastard would have to watch as horrible things were done to his wife and kids while he was helpless to do anything about it. I can't go into detail. The Chief would shit a brick if I retold the fantasy verbatim.
But trust me. It was some nasty, horrible stuff. My jaw dropped and I told him, "Jesus, dude. That's fuuuucked up!"But deep inside. I related.
And then I thought: That would be awesome. Especially if it made the news.
Ah. I feel so much better.
Hate is good.
-Darth