I hate it.

I hate everything about this human realm. From its perky, weakling inhabitants, to its oblivious creatures, down to its rotten food. The stench. I abhor the stench. The powerful odor of millions of these filthy humans and their rotting rubbish. It is everywhere, and it fills my senses no matter what I do.

I hate their traditions, so pointless to everyone but themselves. I mean really, a cardboard box in the shape slightly resembling a disfigured heart? Sounds a little kinky to me. Moving a tree inside your house and lights outside. Totally idiocy. I cant stand the ignorance of the human realm.

I hate the fact that they throw themselves into their beliefs, whether wrong or right. They are blind to strategy or planning. It sickens me. Oh look, another human male professing his love for a girl who might not be disgusted with him. Things look optimistic for him apparently. I hate his optimism.

I hate love. A foolish human emotion which turns the hearts of skillful warriors to those of powerless wanderers. It makes creatures weak. How? I dont know. All I know is that it is true. I hate that I know its truth.

I hate how humans blindly accept this debilitating emotion. I moments they succumb to this disease and revel in bliss. Until they are broken. I hate how they dont care. They just do it all over again. I see a strange pattern developing.

I hate caring. I hate that I myself care about my future. Why cant I just revel like the idiots down below these branches and only take a fall when I have to. Apparently idiots are much happier than logical people. I hate logical arguments proving the inferiority of logic. I just hate logic at this point.

Do you care? I hope you dont. If you dont care then I dont have to care, and all logic can be thrown out of view. I could, theoretically of course, just run to you right now and kiss you until we couldnt breathe anymore. Do you care? I really hope you dont.

I hate that I dont know. Hope is never satisfying, and I really want to know. I want to know what you would do if I did run to you and kiss you out of breath.

I hate that I care what you would do. I want to just do it. I already know what will happen. I hate experience.

Oh look, you are down below. Probably coming to find me before the storm completely drenches me up here. Will you find me? I hope you find me. I really do. I hate the rain.

You are smiling at me. What a surprise to see me you say? I hate that you can smile. Smiles make people happy, but logic fails yet again. People who smile are happy, not people watching people smile.

What is this? You take my hand and give me a look I dont know. It is not the smile I am used to, something better though. I dont know if I hate this, I might just-

You say you love me. Your face tells me you are true to your words.

You dont care.

Neither do I.

I cant hate this.

I love this.

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SB: The best ramble I have written so far! :D There was an ending in sight when I started, just turned out a little different than expected. Please R&R!