Manong A: “Bibilin mo galit ko?”

Manong B: “Sige ba”

Manong A: “Bente pesos.”

We were passing by Tropical hut when I heard this discourse between two tricycle drivers. How could you possibly sell your hate? And who would buy your hate anyway?

The world is so full of hate that people want to sell it. Of course I know they are kidding but who wouldn’t sell his hate? Or just give it away for free?

I know I would…

I don’t want to hate anymore. My life has been full of hate that I could feel it sear in my head- that burning feeling everyday, every minute and every second of your life. It kills a person and then changes them to a grotesque monster that will stop at nothing but to spread the viral disease, which they have been corrupted.

Hate, I hate it?

A paradox isn’t it? There are many mutants out there and I could easily detect them. I once were like them but I have freed myself of it(hopefully). Their sneering half-baked faces which hide their true selves, who are they kidding? They hate so much that they want others to become miserable, like themselves. Hags who want others to become hags. I am sorrounded by people like this and it pains me so much that they are still down with that sickness… Is there no cure?

Hate… can’t they hate it back?

Or can’t we just throw them back to their proverbial pots of malice and deceit…
If only hate could be sold then maybe all our problems would fade away.

Too many questions still no answers, perhaps it will be better just to drop them all atop a burning mountain, perhaps...