In Scotland it is hard to love other humans. We are divided and penned into boxes from birth. Politics, religion and football. Three tags that define your entire existence. They define who you can be friends with, who you can fall in love with and who you can hate. Every moment advances our hate. We have forgotten what love means. Hate, hate and hate again. Your dad said they are bad, so hate them hard. We are better than that. Hopefully.