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I'm excited. After months of wondering how to start writing, here it is, something to finally get me back to writing. Aimlessly. The only writing that keeps me happy, sane: the aimless kind. It's like when I pick up my guitar, attempt the blues, aimlessly. I'm not writing songs; I'm just playing. For fuck's sake.

So why haven't I written? Well, this keyboard, and every other keyboard I've put my hands on, has been in an uncreative, uninspiring place. This time, I'm taking my tools with me. Pen and paper.

I went and bought a notebook---the traditional kind. The kind you open and find it has loads of blank pages that could get filled in an instant, or remain blank an eternity. The kind you gotta plug your mind into, not the internet. The kind you can't erase words from as easily. The kind you won't find anything else to do with but write.

And I'm going, right now, to buy a pen. A fountain pen. My favourite kind.

Disclaimer: I seem overly judgemental of the computer/notebook PC. I'm not. I still love my PC, for the gate to knowledge that it is.

Do you know why I hate you?

I was thinking the other day. About hate. Strong word, with strong emotion. Causes strong actions, and stronger reactions. And I wondered why people hate, when it's such a useless expense of one's time. When used creatively, I completely advocate its use. But when used destructively, what's the point? And I think people have stopped looking at it as the former. Hate is used purely to ignite destructive fires in people's hearts, these days. It is used as a tool, effectively, by the Satan that exists somewhere in an unperceived dimension we've come to term as Hell, and by the Satan that lives within men's hearts. Within my own too, I am not special, I don't claim to be. This is not special, this idea; it has been conceived by others before me, and others before them. But why has it not been broadcast?

But getting back to the point of 'hate'... Do you know why I hate you? I don't hate your face. I don't hate the colour of your skin, I don't hate your personality or that you're such an asshole (women readers, read: a bitch), I don't even hate you because of your God.

I hate you because---and this is really simple, so bear with me---you're not like me.

That's all it is. That's all I hate, really. I think one way; you think another. I say peanut butter; you say jelly. I say ebony; you say ivory. I say Raikkonen; you say Hamilton. That's all it is. And it sounds so simple, but magnify this a little more, stepping into people's core beliefs and people's emotional spaces, and you'll see how this could all get very messy, very fast.

So when do we start being okay with the fact that we're all not the same? When we keep trying to spread a global culture and become the same? When we're taught that we all need to abide by the same rules, and live with the same dreams, hopes and ambitions? How do we start changing that thought first? Or do we try at all?