hate βπβΛ cake
Lucifer sent me a marching band to play love songs for me while I sat in the park enjoying cake and tea. I've had a lot on my mind about humanity. I generally try to be a loving person but understand some people cannot be loved. Misanthropy is a choice and it's such an easy one because you'll receive a million reasons to justify it without looking. Other people make illusions your problem and it's frustrating. It is frustrating to be put into a corner by other people's hate because you are convinced by them that it is your fault. While writing this I'm realizing it's not even that it's easier, it's just perverse. Being hateful is a pleasure for a lot of people especially in the higher echelon of the world. Manifesting with hate is addictive because you feel your perversion is productive and justified even if it's based on an illusion of being non-autonomous.
I used the word corruption to describe my experience recently and I don't even think that's necessarily true looking back. Corruption implies impurity and it's not that I think hate is impure. I don't think violence is impure either in the sense that it is so human. I want to feel "good" feelings all the time, but Lucifer told me you cannot let yourself be pushed around. He's not wrong. Just because you are loving doesn't mean everyone is entitled to treat you the same. We don't just choose what we do we choose what we permit and maybe that's the definition of justice I've been seeking. Others make it a heavy responsibility to only allow love.
Chocolate cake goes well with a london fog.
