This would be, a process of learning, or rather, call it instinct, to SURVIVE, if you will…
Learning to hate, hate, is a learned behavior, because you’d been damaged, hurt, raped, that, is why you hate, to survive. And, this process of hating always starts with the self, you’ll blame yourselves for being too vulnerable, too trusting, too whatever, that made you an “easy target”, then, you will, “graduate” to hating the perpetrators who’d “damaged” you, and, if that goes wrong (instead of right???), you’ll eventually, “acquire”, the ability to NOT trust yourselves, and, in turn, TRANSFER that to everybody ELSE you meet, as when you don’t trust others, it’s still??? Oh yeah, T-R-A-N-S-F-E-R-E-N-C-E!!!
Learning to hate, I had, from a very early age, I’d hated the pains that were, imposed upon me, and, imagine the betrayals, from the closest of kin from you, the ones who were supposed to love, to cherish, to take care of you, but instead, because they came from ABUSIVE backgrounds, or whatever FUCK it was that went DEAD wrong in their childhood years, they’d started, abusing you, without realizing, that hey, I shouldn’t put my own young through WHAT I was put through by my FUCKED up parents, because of this god DAMN Asian belief of FILIAL PIETY (FUCK that too!!!), I must do as I’m told, and just, keep on living this big lie.
Learning to hate, I will NEVER TEACH that to my own young (uh, as IF she needed to be taught that??? Get REAL!!!), because for “starters”, she DIED (or rather, she was, NEVER conceived!!!), inside of my, back in 2008, and, had this DEAD daughter of mine been “made” (like in a baby factory???), she would’ve turned SEVEN, AT the age when that deadbeat, loser, LYING, ABUSIVE son-of-a-BITCH, M***ER F***ER (maxed out???) father of mine started HUMPING around with his WHORE, Katy CHANG, and I still got ZERO clue, how many YEARS older, I am, to his WHORE’s ILLEGIT either…
And no, I will NEVER stop hating, because that is just, NOT in my NATURE, I will always, AND forever carry ALL these GRUDGES, until the day that I drop dead, and, seeing how, my “ticker” is still tickin’, tickin’, tickin’, well, let’s just say, that it ain’t NOWHERE N-E-A-R happenin’!