I can't understand the relentless effort people put into hate. Like waking up every day is hard enough; can feel insurmountable. So we give ourselves things to look forward to and we bond where possible. Because life is work and it's hard. And compassion and connection seem to--

--make it sufferable if not easier. And I've always heard how it's hard to be good but easy to be bad. I think there's some horseshit in that. It takes effort and work to seek out people to fuck with. It takes planning and commitment to wake up every day with someone to pick on.

Like there's enough shit to worry about every single fucking day, how and why are you adding shit to your to do list? To what end? What does your heart look like that you put this much thought and time into seeking out people to belittle?

Also, who the fuck are you that none of it is your fault? Have some fucking shame and take ownership of your existence as common denominator in all your shit. Hard not to see spiritual busy work masking the pathological avoidance of sincere responsibility.

Your life has a bunch of shit to fix in it so maybe go attend to some of that.