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Hate, as an emotion, usually has a bad rep. No surprise there: it leads to all sorts of documented nasty things with people ending dead and comment section becoming steaming cesspits of illiteracy and swearing. “Hate” is even included in term “hate-crime”, the second most vile term after “Hitler AIDS”. 

I, however, find hate useful. And yes, I can defend hate because I’m a loose cannon with nothing to lose and a new tumblr that no one will ever read. 

I study journalism and I intend to become one one day (it’s either that or dying as a bum). Problem is, I just don’t like the real world. I find it passionately…uninteresting. Sure, small interesting things happen in the scientific community. But you can’t rely on NASA finding new microbes living where no life should (space, toxic sludge, Turkey…) every day. No, you have to write about local matters. Business. Politics. Or, God forbid, celebrities. I find it all dreadfully boring.

Then I start hating.

I reach into my heart and look into The Vault of Things I Don’t Really Like (Codename: Hate). And then I start generalising them. Trying to find a trend or something. And sometimes I hit the jackpot.

Like the time I wrote about teen moms. I do hate them. That became one of my best articles, I even got some praises from the staff.

Hate is one of the most passionate feelings I have. It makes me work harder than anything positive that I feel. It sharpens the mind somewhat. Hate is the push that brings me into action. Hate wants perfection.

Oh yes. There’s only one positive thing that I ever wrote that got high praise. Everything else was done by hate. Hate requires structure, questioning, reasoning, objectivity. Why? I do not know. Hate, as an emotion, maybe requires more justification than admiration does. Well researched admiration just looks better. Admiration seems to draw justification from itself: after all, if you admire it, how can it not be good? How could a piece on admiration not be good?

Hate, however, always lurks in the darkest corner of the internet: the comments section. They cheapen it with their chaotic screams, with their frenzy of misspelled words and half-baked arguments and gratuitous questioning of someone’s sexual orientation. So one must rise above it. Leave the hate inside oneself, like a reactor core. Let the world see only the end product, the power of the harnessed reactor.

It’s a capricious, hard to use tool, but it’s still the best one I have.