Hating the playa

When I had a car, I listened to a lot of Rush Limbaugh.

I'd be driving down the highway, engaged in a dialogue with Rush. An angry dialogue. I'd make fun of him. I'd call him names. I'd argue with him. I'd yell. Eventually, in a huff, I'd turn it off, but not until my blood was officially boiling.

Last week, the topic of hating blogs came up. Specifically, hating a blog that you cannot. stop. reading. I have one. I used to read it every day. Then I forced myself to cut down. Now it's pretty much back up to every day. When I read it, I become furious. I copy and paste particularly offensive sentences into IMs to my friends, expressing my rage and begging them to agree with me that this person must be silenced. That the world would be a better place for it. Yet I cannot tear myself away. It's not even a political blog. Or a pop culture blog. Or a news blog. Those blogs express opinions that I can either agree with or disagree with. That would be normal. But no -- it's a personal blog. Another person's personal life incites my rage. I'm not the only person that has one of these blogs, mind you. And I've asked around.

What is it about us that makes us willingly subject ourselves to things that inspire violent thoughts? And more importantly, do any of you hate me and yet still come back day after day after day, fueling your rage? Because that would be pretty cool.