I Used to Loathe Them

Posted by Kym

Even though doing so gave me the opportunity to work the word loathe into casual conversation which hey, let’s admit, is all round good fun.

I would wrinkle my nose with disgust as I flicked their messages into my trashcan, reflecting on what worthless, scummy excuses for human beings they must be to spend their time afflicting other people with filth and perversion the way Spammers do.

And then I had one of those lovely ah-ha/epiphany moments. Which totally wrecked everything. I mean, I’m all for growing and learning and being a better person and all that…in theory. In practice it really makes life more difficult, I find.

It’s easier to hate, you know? There’s no thought, effort, or understanding required. It comes naturally, in fact, and can be just a natural by-product of living in an increasingly unsettling world. It’s easier to hate than it is to care. Easier than seeing the other side, turning the other cheek, or asking the really tough question of, “How did they become that kind of person? What happened to them that lead them to make those kind of decisions?”

So I’m ruined. Wrecked. I can’t hate the Spammers anymore. I’m too busy pitying them. Reflecting on how miserable and lonely their lives must be if peddling smut is their surest path to pleasure. I know there are other possibilities. That they are greedy, evil, and sneering in the face of all that is good. But I also know that maybe, just maybe, they’ve forgotten how good it feels to be clean.

I can pity that. Which means I can’t hate.

Dang. And it was so much more fun.

Click Here for a good laugh.