Lake Washington Sketches

I am in Seattle for the weekend to attend the Penny Arcade Expo on Monday. I’m staying in a nice air b&b in the suburbs, a swanky renovated basement where the owner is right above us and keeping their distance. Can’t see the Space Needle from our house, but its like two blocks from Lake Washington. Its nice and sunny up here, and not all smokey and on fire, like Oregon is right now. 

Alex and I went on a walk to Matthew’s Beach to check out the lake. I did some people doodles, yay! And also took a bunch of pictures. Then we took a loooooong walk to QFC for toilet paper and almond milk because there wasn’t a bus to take! Exercise!! The rest of today is dedicated to WiiU and beer, but tomorrow we will be wandering the streets of downtown Seattle all day. Woot.

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Hate

Hate seems like a strong concept. Too strong of one to be taken lightly. A profound concept that is not given to us unless it is really and truly deserved. Not a word to just be thrown around. It requires appropriate understanding and energy to keep and develope it. I don’t think there is a single person on this planet that I dislike enough to say I “hate” them. Even the people who have fucked me up and gave me mental disorders and ruined my life. These people, I want to kill them and cut their faces off in anger and then hang them on the wall like a trophy collection in a dark room that only I know about, but I don’t “hate” them. At least, I don’t think I do. They say when you’re in love, you just know. If I truly hated them, wouldn’t I just know it?

They say love and hate come from the same place in the heart, and are sometimes confused for each other. Am I waiting for that one special person to hate with all my being? Will it be hate at first sight? Will I still want to cut their face off? What does it take to hate someone at all? I’m pretty sure I’m not confusing love with hate when it comes to E. Evidently being given some PTSD isn’t enough for me to hate, but perhaps, if it were a LOT of PTSD I would feel differently. How will I know when its hate? True hate?

When will I meet my Soul Hate?