So, I’ve always prided myself on my ability to love everyone. People have compared me to Jesus in my ability to find the good in everyone. There is nobody who I wouldn’t be friends with. Spend some time having beer with.

I remember when a friend told me he was going to jail.

“Why???” Was my obvious response.

He always seemed like a good guy. One of those ravers types, but still bareable to hang out with. I even had a crush on him for awhile. He was darn cute and cuddly.

“I had sex with a five year old”

Yah…so…how do you respond to that!

“Then I’m glad you’re going to jail!” I thought it was a most appropriate reaction.

“Me too…I have a problem…I’m sick! I need help!

“You sure as hell do!”

“You’re uncomfortable with this aren’t you?” He was high on a heck of a lot of stuff, so it almost seemed absurd how casual he was about all of this.

“Well yah! You just told me that you’re a pedophile who preys on innocent children!”

“You hate me”

“no, I just want you to get help. I’ll stick by you as much as I can as your friend.”

He hugged me.

Now, every person in this city abandoned him. There were even “witch hunts” of people trying to find him and all but kill him. People he didn’t know.

I embraced him.

Why though, do I hate Amanda at work. Utterly. I mentioned this to my roomate and he was shocked! He wondered if I was feeling ok. Me, not liking someone! More so hating them!

I just hate her. I have reason. Most of the incidents my fault. I just cringe at the sight of her, wanting to grab a sharp object and thrashing it into her thousands of times (not literally! In case you’re a cop).

She’s the sweetest girl though. Innocent, friendly, fun….I used to love her to death!

What happened.

Why did hate choose to rear its ugly head and face towards her?

Why can’t I love her like I do the crack-head murderer on the street corner.

Of course I mean love in the sense that every living thing, and person should be embraced and taken care of. The poor should be fed, the sick healed. The lonely befriended.

I have the feeling that this athiest is starting to sound like a Christian.