The hate has become its own problem.

It hit me on the R bridge this morning on my way to the WC.

Not just for B, but D and especially A.

It isn’t about what they’ve each done, respectively. It’s about my feelings towards them, justified or not, snowballing into something so much larger than them and taking on its own life.

And what its snowballed into attracts more of the same. It brings in evil. It messes up special and important things.

It brings humbling.

It delays the future I want.