If we met, hate would dissipate.

I'd love to sit down with people who despise me. And talk. Because I'd find it fascinating. I know of people who literally hate me. I turn them livid. In a way, that boosts my ego. Knowing that I have such power. That I affect people in that way. I'm not particularly proud of it. It's more a fascination thing. Because many, if not all, of these people I've never met face to face. It's really hard for me to hate anyone. At the moment, I can't say that I hate anyone. Certainly, not anyone that I personally know. They're all relatively decent people. So am I. Or so I think. That's why it's hard to fathom being hated. But I've received letters from people who say they hate and despise me. Accuse me of being some form of low life. Hard for me to take it seriously. But I suppose I should. All I know is that if we ever met, the hate would dissipate. --Jim Broede