Hate is a very odd feeling. I mean, look at it. Supposedly, it's the opposite of love. But in reality, it's a complete amalgam of emotions. Hating a Geico commercial is a special kind of hate -- namely, it's confined to the Geico commercial. A small, specialised packet of neurons, probably smaller than the tippy-most tip of a needle, is involved in this packet of hate. But oh, it's there. But, like a sleeping ICBM, it also knows when and where to manifest itself. Like, say, when the eHarmony commercial comes on. it knows it's not needed and will sleep for another day.
The thing about hate is, thankfully, that it's usually a short-lasting feeling. That's because the object(s) of your hate are usually shot, bludgeoned or talked to death before you can get to them. But then, there's the dilemma: how can you kill an object? Say, a clock radio which is designed as most objects in Asian countries are designed, namely black on black, in which any labels of input/output are placed in the most inaccessible region possible and then made small, very small, so in addition to they're being in the most-hated typeface in the world, Arial, are sadistically typed in 8-point, which to most human beings is about a recognizable as the Talmud written on the back of a postage stamp.
Love, on the other hand, is a long-lasting feeling. When it can be found, which is rare these days, it's an incredible antidote to hate. In fact, it's so rare that one, as an alien being visiting Earth two million years from now and examining the fossil record would conclude that "internecine wars ultimately reduced this species to extinction within a remarkably short period of time" and that "it is obvious to the examiner(s) that this species was 100% responsible for its own demise."
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