I Love and I Hate. Who Can Tell me Why?

"I like to hate me, who can tell me the reason." The 2001 film "believer" is the true depiction of the young Neo Nazis, and his anti-Semitism view Always challenged by the background of his Jewish. The movie begins with "I love you, I dislike you, anyone can tell me the reason?" This laid the foundation of a movie depicting Danny Balint in almost every aspect of his life. The fight between love and hatred. Everywhere in the movie, Danny will try to calm this inner (and sometimes external) quarrel, which will bring more friction to the hero.

I am introverted. I am very shy, like to be alone, and I have very extreme anxiety. I can tell anyone about me that I hate hugging people. I hate those I do not know about. I hate hugging my friends. This makes me uncomfortable. Perhaps it is because my body is so big that I can taste my chest because I am taller than the one who is trying to embrace me. As I was very uncomfortable with the hug, I always thought that I was afraid of human contacts. I understood that it was not so. One day a man I did not know sat down next to me on the Toronto subway. The train is fairly compact, I think that this girl spent a long day as she began to snooze. Like her, she cant fully on my feet. Usually I think this makes me feel very uncomfortable to me, but the reverse is true.

There is an awkward silence. She may not know who I am, she dislikes it. Which do you understand? You may hate me. Everyone of these people can say that whenever I meet me no matter where I am, I am a real nephew. Maybe she saw me as a Twitter blind man. Maybe she is a friend of Tino Gentle. Perhaps he even messed up her. I bet at all what he has. She reminds me of a cup of strawberry milk. Her name was Audrey and I walked a bit behind her along the edge of the highway in the dark. The silence was noisy: the whiskey shook in my bottle, and the thick rubber bottom of her crawler crushed with gravel and shot through glass fragments and sand. There is a hot topic everywhere as if the noise in my motel's room is already loud. I do not know whether it is an insect, electricity, or a roaring sound of a distant transformer.

I do not know whether I've met these people before, or whether they mix these Bens, these Jeff and Petes. I do not know if they know me or not. I do not know if they hate me. One of them is a very well done woman: short pink hair, glasses, and looks very quiet. If these geeks are not around her, I already can tell to me that I will not see this woman on this trip. She gave me a milky smile and I got angry at her at once. In my room, this is a sparse and mandatory television stage, I turned on the air conditioner, took off my underwear and T-shirt, waited very cold, and in order to climb between the sheets I used a laptop. As soon as I am online, Ian checks if I am using Gchat. As long as it is dull and scary, I will do it.