The Opposite of Love

Yesterday I had an interesting discourse with my TB (talk buddy). A talk buddy is someone who I engaged in conversation by a telephone regularly, come tornado warning or the call of a child wanting to practice his newly acquired efficiency on using a toilet.

She told me that the opposite of love is not hate but apathy. And she's right. The feeling of hate evokes strong emotions, it can still stir up feelings. But when you are dispassionate to someone, you just don't freakin' care if that someone was trampled over by 27 elephants or suffered the most virulent diarrhea on his/her wedding day. Total indifference, that is painful , of course being under the elephant and having the runs are exhausting too. Which would you choose?

There is so much indifference in this world, it seems we just stopped caring or maybe we are suffering from the I Me and Myself syndrome often.

So in parting, I would rather you hate me if I did you wrong rather than be detached to my existence. Or I would wish you the 27 elephants and the gut wrenching runs.

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