The Hatred Frequency

I have discovered what I call the Hatred Frequency™. I call it that, because if you hear it long enough, it will cause you to hate everything, and eventually slip into an inescapable murderous rage. I’m not sure how long that process takes, because I have no experimental data, but I was definitely slipping into insanity by the end.

Said frequency is produced by some component of 2000 manufacture year A319s when taxiing. If you are stuck in the middle of the tarmac for 10 minutes, then you get the joy of hearing the Hatred Frequency™ for that period, plus more!

Normally I can block out repeated background noise, but this was just so grating that I literally stuck my fingers in my ears. Yes mother, I know – I should never put anything smaller than a football in my ear.


10 responses to “The Hatred Frequency”

  1. Soaring is fun.

  2. Can you soar from Boston to D.C.?

  3. Not as easily as you can soar from State College to Knoxville and back. But it’s probably not physically impossible.

  4. No, no, it’s “never put anything in your ear except your elbow.”

  5. chances are that there are much more complex and subtle harmonics to the tone that cause it to be even more grating than just a single frequency. did you happen to make a recording? I’d be fascinated to do a complete analysis.

    were other people exploding around you as well, or were you the only one affected to this degree?

  6. Or a long, thin crocheting needle, if the earwax just gets so aggravating you can’t stand it anymore.

    That’s how I amended it, anyway.

  7. It’s all about the Q-tips, which explicitly state “Do not insert into ear canal”.

  8. Your own elbow. Emphasis on own.

    …as my parents always reminded me and my siblings on long car trips…

  9. as I sip on my whiskey -listening to “Ronnie James Dio, Elf, trying to burn the sun”- I search “hatred frequency” and the first result that makes any sense to me is your post. the only reason why I searched “hatred frequency” is that I feel that -in spite of my very best effort to fight against it- it still prevails against my high love frequency, somehow. why is that even possible? is it really prevailing? the only reason why I found your post in the simple touch of a keyboard is probably because love is still triumphing . look me up on twitter if you’re a love warrior like myself (I left it in the info box bellow). I got some wild ideas …

  10. PS: I’m 31 years old, my name is Sara , and I have been through enough to realize that love is the only answer, and that it is not wimpy to be on the side of LOVE , in fact it’s the strongest thing (and if you don’t mind me saying! ) the hottest thing on earth – heck in the entire multi-fucking-verse – to ever feel or be in

Nurd Up!