On The Nature of Hate

This article was originally going to be on why I hate dabbing. I was thinking, “Oh, I’m going to have so many great reasons, like… Well, I’ll have more time to think my exact reasons while I’m writing,”.

Then, when it came time to start, I realized something: I had no reasons to hate dabbing. Did I hate the meaning behind it? No, it was just a celebratory action. Did I hate how repetitive it got? Yes, just like how we all hated Harambe memes after the millionth person posted the exact same joke about Harambe – it wasn’t dabbing specifically, just something normal. Did I hate the arm motion? No, it was just a simple sneezing arm position with the other arm reaching out the other way. It had no negative connotations for me, except for maybe that I have a constant runny nose that…

Woops, got off topic there. Anyways, what I was trying to say was that I kept trying to blow out reasons to hate dabbing, but I never got to the solution I had in mind, and my true reasons just stayed inside with no way for me to get them out.

(Like blowing my nose.)

So I decided – No. I am not just going to make up reasons for why I hate dabbing. I’m going to analyze my thoughts and determine just why humans hate without reason.

First, I looked at how I was raised to see if it would cause me to hate dabbing. I quickly was able to rule this out as a possible reason – how would I be able to be indoctrinated into hating something if people only did the action on accident?

Next, I looked at how I live now to see how my environment would affect me. Now, I’m just going to come right out and say it – I’m not the most social of people. Sure, I’ll gladly accept any invitation to do anything, but I usually don’t get that invite in the first place. And what’s usually the one way to get those invites? The best way is to merge into a friend group by mirroring what they do to try and look cool. Sure, you’re not being original, but fitting in is enough to at least get invited to things.

My friend group that probably would cause me to be the most biased against dabbing is also the one I usually have the easiest time fitting into. This friend group of mine is completely against dabbing – we all are trying to stay ‘dabstinent’ and not dab unless it’s a life or death or scenario. That probably would explain most of the reason why I hate dabbing – just trying to fit in.

But wait – if I wanted to fit in, why am I not dabbing? Isn’t dabbing a popular thing? Why don’t I try to fit in with more people to get invited to more things to feel less lonely?

Then I stopped. I had completely forgotten to closely look at my past. I was very clearly influenced to hate anything like dabbing ever since elementary school.

You see, when I was in the middle of elementary school, I was rarely invited to anything besides birthday parties. I was only close friends with one person, and we only ever hang out about once a month. I became closed off from society. And by society, I mean whatever you call the ‘normal’ kids in elementary school. Back then, I just accepted it. I was always going to just be the weird kid with no friends, and because I was an oblivious child, I was completely fine with it. I started to grow subtle hatred for popular things, and would always want to be the one kid who did things differently. Whether that be doing math problems quicker, or sitting alone at recess watching other kids play, I always felt the need to be different.

This concept of my childhood has carried into me now. I hate dabbing because it’s popular and I don’t want to be popular. I join groups that I hear people make jokes about while I’m sitting next to them. I start to hate my piano teacher because she wants to teach me “normal” piano techniques. I want to put myself in positions other people would never do just to be original. Heck, I’m pretty good at Jazz, which is almost completely devoted to being original and unique.

This is pretty common for most people – some people from my elementary school probably dislike me now because they were raised to by their own environments they were raised in. And unless they actually use that bias to attack me, I’m not offended at all.

In the end, the true reason I hate dabbing is both due to wanting to be unique as a child and wanting to conform to be friends with others now. There are no exact reasons I hate dabbing. I’ll never be able to put a finger on those reasons.

But the one thing I can say is that, for the people who do dab constantly – seriously or as a joke – go right ahead. Unless you’re giving me other reasons to dislike you, I see no issues with you dabbing. Just do what you want to do – I’ll just not join you because of how I was raised.

Thanks for reading.

One thought on “On The Nature of Hate

  • March 21, 2017 at 2:41 PM
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    This is great Aaron! I’m proud to see you evolving as a writer; this piece transcends simplicity as you perform introspective social analysis. Entertaining and academically thought provoking 🙂

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