For the past few months I’ve developed a nasty hatred for someone I don’t know. This hatred has boiled to the point that it’s a funny game. It’s not a ‘stalker’ type thing. I don’t live my day wondering about this person, or develop ways to Trojan their mail. Just when I check my Livejournal, I take a moment to read this person’s LJ and start spitting bile. It’s not political, it’s not envy. It’s just a weird ambiguous hatred I have for this person.
They aren’t on my friends list, I’ve never met them but they are a member of one of the LJ community lists I am a member of.
Now understand that I know that LJ and blogging etc is a narcissistic hobby. It’s all about me, myself and I. It’s about voicing your opinions, keeping people aware of what you are doing etc. However, I have rarely seen such expansive elitism regarding such heterogeneous topics. I’ve never seen a person so utterly encapsulate such an opposing force of myself; a near nemesis. Everything they say makes me ill. Their opinions (in some cases have actually critiqued ME and my friend Sharon) put me into defense-mode.
However, I enjoy hating this person. I read their journal and smile and say, what a (insert gender-insulting-title here). Then I go about my day and briefly think, thank god I’m not like that person.
I don’t ever want to know this person. I hope they don’t know anyone I know, but I know that’s an improbability. I don’t want to humanitize them, I want them to remain: That Person on LJ I Enjoy Hating. I’ve actually found myself wondering how I’d act if ever introduced to this person.
Now how fucked up is that? [sniggle]
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