In some ways I’m against the vaccine.
In some ways I’m against abortion.
In some ways I’m against getting punched in the face.
In some ways I’m against too much chocolate.
In some ways I’m against teaching from a place of fear.
In some ways I’m against being told what to do.
In some ways I’m against doing anything you want.
In some ways I’m against dogs.
In some ways I’m against being an asshole.
In some ways I’m against war.
In some ways I’m against State sponsored education.
In some ways I’m against consolidation of power.
In some ways I’m against big government.
In some ways I’m against violence.
Am I a solid object of ANTI to you? Am I some solid object of Anti? Do you know how I cry over the pain of mistakes made? Do you know that I hurt the ones I love? Do you know that I struggle to understand myself and the world? Do you know that I would die for my children? Do you know that I love life?
Am I a solid object of ANTI to you? Have you heard me laugh at stupid jokes and stub my toe, again and again. Have you seen my by the side of the road, being helped when help was needed? Do you know that sometimes I want to scream when I feel helpless or hopeless in the face of life? Do you know how much I care for my children?
Am I a solid object of ANTI to you? Is it easier to erase me? Easier to knock me down? Easier to understand? I understand. I understand because it’s easier for me to hate you as well. It’s easier. Simple. Safe. Hate. I can make up simple, terrible stories about you and your fears and your vulnerabilities and I can hate you for it. So easy to hate you for it.
And then you make me into something I am not. You create me in your own image, make me a solid, singular object and promote my demise. So easy to hate. And it feels so much better than…
…Why…
It feels so much better to hate.
So you make me an ANTI
And I hate you for it.