True hate is rare for me.
But I certainly am very disappointed, very frustrated, and do not like being a human and other humans being a human.
I don't know. If I truly do not care, I'll disappear from the public and do whatever.
I see everyone as helpless. In a sense that everything is predetermined that everyone is limited. Conditional.
Yet at the same time, have free will. In a sense that everyone has a choice and all those possibilities. Unconditional.
It may foster empathy, it may foster apathy.
What I have is this frustrating paradox -- in a sense as above so below.
Half seeing, half hearing the divine, half deaf, half blind and 'chose' to be distracted.
For now I settle with this hate driven obsession that leads into forgiveness. Kinda like how so much violence leads to gentleness...
... And vise versa, had I initially chosen that path.
I don't know.
Maybe my obsession lies with a particular law or laws in reality. Apparent misanthropy seems to be a byproduct of it.
Sort of the logic of hating books and schools because one hates reading.