Newer readers of my website are undoubtedly familiar with me as the picture of living calm; a man who meditates, espouses the teachings of inner peace, and tells you not to overreact about the piddling little inanities and insanities that currently characterize the United States of America. With that being said, older readers of my website are familiar with a slightly edgier, rougher version of me; one who seemed a bit…well, angrier, to put it bluntly. And there’s a reason for that.
I’ve made absolutely no effort to hide the fact that I did not have the happiest of childhoods—and I’ve been open about that for several reasons—none of which were my desire to have a group cry in some hugbox. I have disclosed this about myself primarily because I want to convey to the weak, the downtrodden, the bullied, the hateful and the incel that you can overcome your struggles and pain, and you can indeed become that golden visage of perfection Chad Thundercock with enough study, training, and willpower. This is a sentiment that, really, pervades through almost all of my work, because it happened in my own life.
But in this article, I want to talk about the negative emotions that are themselves associated with the man on the bottom of the totem pole…and talk about their benefits in the short term. For, as the title of the article states, hatred is like fire. And every implication you can find in that statement is included.
The term “negative feedback” is something I’ve used a lot, but I don’t know if I’ve ever really explained what that is. I use the term “negative feedback” to mean criticism, mockery, and abuse, and how it can be taken as criticism rather than just malice—and I certainly have received much of it in my life. From there, that hatred, fear, and self-loathing is something that is held onto, and used as the proverbial “kick in the ass” whenever needed. Indeed, as a teenager, every day I got up and said to myself “I want to stay inside and crank one out rather than go to the gym”, I would instantly motivate myself with the overwhelming force of negative emotion—I certainly wasn’t imagining Rocky Balboa-esque training montages set to 80s cock rock!
No, all I would have to do is close my eyes and imagine them: the faces of the proverbial Chads and Stacies (notice that I only ever use those terms in two ways: ironically or when I describe my lonely, angry childhood) cackling at me, telling me that I’d never get laid, that I was worthless inside and out. And in a blind rage, I would train for one purpose and one purpose only: to take my vengeance upon them.
I’ve danced around this topic in the past (namely in agreeing with Jack Donovan that only a whore would work out purely to look good), but now I’ll say it outright: when I started working out, I was doing it purely because I wanted to hurt people that had fucked with me. I didn’t want to do “curls for the girls” or get some pretty little V-Taper, I wanted to be able to knock somebody out with one punch! I wanted to be able to crush somebody’s windpipe with my bare hands, stomp their face into the ground, and find no greater pleasure in life than doing so.
And, in many ways, I achieved my goal: I soon became big and strong enough to fight off those who were willing to lay hands on me, and intimidate the others. And while I obviously didn’t take violent revenge on the women who had spurned me, I ultimately (through the fortuitous attainment of the V-Taper and other attractive features both physical and mental) was able to become extremely successful with the opposite sex (as best illustrated by me settling down with exactly the sort of woman horny teenage Larsen could only fantasize about).
“So what’s the problem?” you’re probably asking yourself. My initial successes made me think there wasn’t any problem either, but…
What I didn’t realize was that when you utilize hatred and anger as your only motivator, it unfortunately hardwires your brain to constantly be negative. You’re not just going to magically become a positive, happier person just because you’re successful, because you have literally been training your brain to be constantly negative. It’s like training your body to do one type of exercise (let’s say weights); it’s certainly very effective, and will help you with a lot of things, but what happens when someday you have to run a mile or climb a rope? Whoops, looks like you can’t, because you’ve literally trained your body to only move one way!
“The Power of Hatred” is the same way; it’s fantastic for situations that require raw aggression and blunt force: physical training, combat, and manual labor. But what happens when you need a gentle hand? What happens when you’re trying to write a “panty dropper” song or poem, or trying to deal with your girlfriend/wife/child having an emotional problem? I shouldn’t have to tell you that these are situations where a smack in the mouth and yelling “quit being a bitch!” won’t help matters.
On that note, what happens when you mess up for reasons that have nothing to do with your own manliness (ie: being late)? Are you going to lose your shit and start seeking faces to punch? No, that’s not a useful application of hate, that’s just meaningless self-destructiveness.
This is what I mean when I say hatred and anger are like fire: controlled, they can be wonderfully useful tools that can propel you to new heights of greatness, just like a fire under control can keep you warm, cook food, smelt metal and be the cornerstone of basically all human industry and endeavor.
An out of control fire can kill thousands of people and burn whole cities…and come to think of it, out of control hatred leads to the exact same results. Humanity has, for the most part, long mastered the use of fire and used it for constructive ends. Now, if everybody could just learn to control their anger (note: control, not “Get rid of”) and channel it to useful means, we’d probably be much better off.