variations on a theme in the key of "i hate you because you remind me of the ways in which i hate myself"

I hate you, but looking at you is like looking into the harshest mirror.

I hate the way you look (beautiful, flawless) because it reminds me of the way I look (fat).

I hate the way you look at her because I'm so insecure (God, am I serious right now? I hate myself).

I hate you because you are doing all the things in your life I convinced myself I no longer needed (traveling the world/following your dreams/polyamory/get-rich-quick schemes), but am now so obviously jealous of.

I hate you because we do the same job but I am underpaid.

I hate you because we do the same job but I am underpaid yet have to take what I can get because I'm in endless debt from the time I bought that collector's set of limited edition Magic cards.

I hate seeing your dumb black eye because it reminds me of how I duffed you in the face and then had to spend the night in prison with that creepy guy who slept in my cot with me.

I hate running into you because it reminds me of how unfaithful I've been to my wife (though our sex was so hot).

I hate running into you because it reminds me of how unfaithful I've been to my wife (and it wasn't even worth it because you were a terrible lay).

I hate you for goading me into sharing that whole cheesecake with you in one sitting, but what I really hate is that I hate half a cheesecake in one sitting.

I hate you because you ride the bus and that reminds me that I ride the bus.

Why do I still love you so much? I hate you. Fuck/what the fuck/really?/ugh/motherfuck ...I hate myself.

You still hate me after all this time but why can't you see that the person you really hate is yourself? God, I hate you. (I hate you for hating me when you really hate you.)

Discuss.

[Related: true or false?]

nada sem uma boa raiz

while you were sleeping

Tiny planets colliding long after they were planets at all. Unknown to one another from far ends of the solar system, they've been making their gliding way toward one another so perfectly, blindly and without guilt or nerves. In the instant they finally touch for the first time, it is impossible to say which interrupted which other's orbit. They are trembling now; they are disappearing into air. It is like a magic trick that breaks your heart.

the joy of __________

We live in dangerous times. Our armies are powerful, and we spend billions of dollars a year on new prisons, yet our lives are still ruled by fear. We are like pygmies lost in a maze. We are not at War, we are having a nervous breakdown - HST, Kingdom of Fear

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cats participating in commerce

[Corcoran]

for r.a.w., w.a.l., and p.j.k. though he wouldn't know it

[via raw, the woman herself]

somehow related to the previous post

R: So he hangs out with your friends?
S: You might not realize this, but I don't really have friends, in real life.
R: Actually, I realized that as I said it.

but what if making mud pies IS my holiday at sea?

"I don't think most people would like my personality. There might be a few -- very few -- who are impressed by it, but only rarely would anyone like it. Who in the world could possibly have warm feelings, or something like them, for a person who doesn't compromise, who instead, whenever a problem crops up, locks himself away alone in a closet? But is it ever possible for a professional writer to be liked by people? I have no idea. Maybe somewhere in the world it is. It's hard to generalize. For me, at least, as I've written novels over many years, I just can't picture someone liking me on a personal level. Being disliked by someone, hated and despised, somehow seems more natural. Not that I'm relieved when that happens. Even I'm not happy when someone dislikes me."

--Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.

i'm being more serious than however serious you think i'm being

Let's go marry some people (generally), or some (gay) people in Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, or Vermont (whenever), or some (gay) people in New Hampshire as of the new year, or some (gay) people in Maine -- maybe -- give or take what happens in November, or some (gay) people in California between 16 June and 4 November 2008 (time travel necessary).

and yet all i can think

[vv >> xkcd]