I hated politics. I hated how much dirty money it involves. I hated how many innocent peoples’ lives it involved. I hated how it revolved around half-truths and whole lies. The only thing I never did hate about it is the fact it didn’t involve nor affect me.

Racism, cronyism, bullshit-ism. Rising costs of living, unstable racial harmony, unreliable education system, tranparent promises that only translate into opaque lies, contemptuous religious zealots and cruel selfish capitalists. The first time I heard of those terms, I never thought I could possibly have anything to do with it. I never thought tohse issues would actually bother me.

I hated politics back then, I hate it still. Perhaps now, I will just hate it even more, since it appears that I’ve gotten old enough, and aware enough that politics have now affected me and my life, as well as the lives of those related to me.

It seems the adults were right back then when they told me not to rush growing up. It’s ironic how you often realise your mistake when there’s no way to revert things the way they were.

I hate politics. And now, it seems as though everyone hates each other, too.