"I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke."That, to me, is the closest definition of hate I've ever encountered.
I want to be a less hateful person. I think the world of my friends and allow them the benefit of the doubt, but I am quick to bear grudges and my preconceptions are usually negative. I'm more cynical than I am considerate. I always carry hate, of course to some extent that will never leave and it is fully warranted, but I want to be able to see the good in people more easily. It's easier to fixate on flaws than it is to appreciate something, be it in people, objects or your environment.
The next piece of art I do has to be fight club themed..
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