Long time it’s been since I wanted to say
I hate you.
It’s a violent, mad-bad, insane feeling. And it’s good. The capacity to hate stems from the capacity to love.
You don’t always wake up in the most pleasant way possible….more often than not, being jolted awake, startled…..like having cold water thrown at you or even falling off sleep into the waking world in the most undignified way possible. Coming back to life is much the same thing. Love and all the positive emotions in the world can intoxicate you into a coma. And something unexpectedly dark, caffeine-like can bring you back to the world of the living.
From the SATC episode, I watched this week:
She realised that she would never be able to do to him what he had done to her. Because she hadn’t reached the point of having no feelings at all. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.