Psychologist’s notes: intolerance or hate…

I don’t look back.

There is life “before”, and there is “after”.

Everything that happened “before” today causes an internal tsunami, where a whirlwind of memories goes through my feelings and, covering their traces, further strengthens their power over me.

I remember not tenderness, joy, or drive but remembering. I repeat, nothing will be the same as it was. So the only thing that keeps this whirlwind going is my birthday. It is the only thing I have today from the past.

There is an “after”. Everything seems to be in place. There is my country on the world map. There is my city, which I have begun to love with some fierce love and appreciate every minute I see it. I see my fellow citizens slowly revealing themselves and showing their true selves like dew in the sun.

There is another caste of people – warriors. They are my Avatars. I don’t know if I will ever be able to touch the mystery of these people, but I live every moment of deep gratitude to them.

There is a power that frightens me, makes me pay attention to it and does not give me peace of mind because it is very primitive in origin, rotten in content and extremely insidious in its consequences.

Some people are divided into two camps. Some fight the enemy, each from their front line, giving what they can.

Some run away, afraid, and are paranoid.

But when the cold glow of the full moon appears, some turn into slaves who, giving the blood of their children, smell the perfume of death from the fateful, while others – frantically, overcoming the death agony and human fear of death – go into oblivion.

And then there is my hatred. All my life, I have been avoiding this frank manifestation of contempt, evil, anger, sarcasm and the desire to destroy someone or something. I have always openly stopped myself from such thoughts and feelings.

And this hatred state awakens in me the absence of pity, sympathy, understanding or elementary recognition of someone or something just to be.

This condition stresses me and produces a sincere desire for destruction, so strong that I do not want any accompanying rituals, for example, submission, victory or disarmament, or surrender.

My hatred wants one thing – revenge and destruction without the right of return and reproduction.

And this hatred is completely devoted to russia.

So, do I want victory? Of course, my inner world wants annihilation, complete and total, without the recovery opportunity.

And it is not necessary to say that hatred will not bring victory. I’m talking about something else. As long as there are tolerant people, this evil lives, grows and reaches, conquering everyone, including the tolerant ones.

So, hatred is the core law of non–return. And he is the only one who can stop the evil destroying the world today. And the name of this evil is russia.

Picture: Hate

Author: Bohdan Baryshev