Thursday, August 03, 2006 at 12:58 AM EDT
I’ve heard some people say that it isn’t good or healthy for one to go around carrying hate in their heart. And that it’s a waste of time to hate when it comes to feeling that particular way towards another person because they may not know how you feel about them.
I say that may be true for some but not for all.
I have hatred for certain people in the world and it’s not the hate itself that is the problem it is not being able to do anything with the hatred. Nasty things that we may want to do to people may get us in serious trouble and things that we may want to happen to them sometimes don’t.
And those who may hate us also often feel the same way. So to me it’s not the hatred that is agitating it is when you’re not able to put your hatred into action.
Everyone is an individual so people have their own minds.
I personally don’t focus on the people i hate every day. It’s sometimes when one of them or their kind fucks with me or someone who shares my opinions that makes me think of what needs to be done to them. Otherwise i’m fine.
Hatred does not interfere in my happiness because it’s a come and go thing.
Friday, March 24, 2006 at 8:34 PM EST
Anger is a normal emotion. It’s okay to get angry. The important thing is what you do with your anger, how you handle it.
It takes a lot to get me significantly angry. And when i get mad sometimes the outcome is not good because i have a ferocious temper.
I have gotten revenge on people who have done me wrong and in my eyes i was justified in doing so. Sometimes though, you have to think before giving in to actions initiated by anger. Some matters that lead to trouble are easy to get in then hard to get out of.
So far, i haven’t experienced any serious consequences due to retaliating out of my anger, nevertheless, there is a first time for everything and some things aren’t worth the effort.
People often get back what they deserve so priceless time doesn’t have to be wasted when life will naturally make them reap whatever they may have sowed, and you can move on satisfied without having had to lift a finger.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 10:54 PM EST
I had to go take care of some business one afternoon. I waited a long time for the person i had to see. I sat from about noon to a little after four p.m. in a medium size room full of people that had no windows. I was tired and i needed some air so i decided to go down to the first floor of the building and stood inside, leaning against a desk by the front entrance.
While i was minding my own business, looking out the glass door the security guard there behind the desk began to pick at me.”Are you alright?” he asked, trying to be funny.
I just ignored him. Then he kept on with other smart remarks and i still ignored him.
Then, he came out and said “Oh, i better call an ambulance for her!” He just kept showing off. I don’t know if the security guard suit went to his head or what. All i know is that i got tired of him and his mouth and i said “No, you better call immigration”.
And boy did he get excited. He was a black foreigner who had an accent and my words really got to him. He raised his voice at me saying get out of here! But i didn’t budge. Then he threatened to call security on me. For what? He should have kept his mouth shut.
And anyway, i thought he was security!
Saturday, February 11, 2006 at 6:27 PM EST
I was heading home on a F train in Queens, New York. There weren’t too many passengers sharing the same car with me. And, as i sometimes do, i gazed through one of the windows, observing the dim lit tunnels of the underground, not paying attention to what was going on around me.
Then, all of a sudden i heard a boy scream. Instantly, i turned to look in the direction where the scream came from. Further down at the other end of the car i saw a man about in his forties grabbing at the collar of a boy that looked to be about fifteen. He was roughing him up and pressing him up against the doors of the train while it was still in motion, yelling “Get the fuck off this train!”
Instead of helping the boy, i watched as people got up from their seats to move away in fear of what might happen to them. I could understand the women moving away but what about the men? This was a young teen. His life was in danger. I know sometimes people don’t want to get involved in certain situations because they don’t always know exactly what is going on. They may not have known whether or not the boy had provoked the man or if he knew him. However, the way i perceived it this man was a little off his rocker! It seemed random. How could the boy leave from the train and it hadn’t come to a stop, and why choose a kid to terrorize?
I heard the boy scream Okay! Okay! as he was in fear of his life. And, passengers were still looking on from a distance, not one attempting to help him out. When the train finally came to a stop the boy got off and when the doors closed the man acted as if nothing went on. So could it had been personal? If so, i think somebody still should have stepped in to help.