Or, am I actually a lover?
Despite all the criticism, the judgment and the mockery on here, I have no desire to harm anyone, and I wish well to everyone, including all the objects of my repeated cynical attacks.
I think I love so much more than I hate. I love what this city used to offer but not longer does. And I love all the things that this city could be and yet it isn’t.
I like modesty, subtlety and humility, which forces me to berate indulgence, flashiness, entitlement, chest beating and other types of douchebaggery. But this hardly makes me a real hater. I am an amateur at best.