Provide actual evidence that I hate myself or that the vast majority of people engage self-hated. Otherwise quit sprouting nonsense.
Perhaps you mistake me for a person who is in an argument who wants to win. That is not what I think is happening at all. The way I see it is that I have a gift that was also one that was given to me. I used to inhabit a mental space that was filled with black hopelessness. I hurt psychologically and existentially with open and gushing wounds. I put myself in that place because I wanted proof that life has meaning and I tore apart every solution to that suffering that Western culture offered me. I read every philosophy I could and threw them all in the trash as lies people tell themselves based on unconsciously assumptions I had dismissed within myself as lies. The I chanced upon Zen and a funny thing happened. All my suffering ended late one night when the wind hit the house I was in and wakened me from a deep state of analysis I was in as to the root of my suffering. In just an instant I went from the deepest despair to complete relaxation be in a split second I knew everything. I defeated the nothing that held me in its grip but I was no more conscious of how I got to be who I was then I was before that event.
I met a man who radiated the kind of peace I had experienced for an instant and he assured me he could help me. Do you know what it is like to be deeply wounded, to suffer from pain you do not understand and to be offered help by somebody deeply and obviously at peace. He was a psychologist who had had years of intense psychotherapy and had relived his life and knew what he felt at a level that he said he was 99.999 percent sure he had found and cured himself. He said that as a very successful man with a perfect marriage and kids money and profession, that one of his patients had given him an insight that like her he might hate himself which he discovered he did. He said we hate ourselves, don't know it, don't want to know it, and don't want to know we don't want to know it. I found out myself in therapy with him that he was right but naturally, that is my opinion.
So what is the point? Why do I call this a gift? I used to be normal. I used to feel I couldn't possibly hate myself but there were a lot of people I did hate. I hated people who are cruel and hurt others especially children who are innocent. I would blame others for the pain I felt they caused me. Now I know what lies behind my realization that life is totally without meaning because there is no need. It is because all suffering is of the ego, the self we imagine ourselves to be with all the unconscious assumptions we make about what it takes to make that ego happy.
I blame everybody for everything, just like any normal person, but I know I am lying to myself. I can't feed that belief with conviction. I am free of being that much of a machine. I wander through life tossed and turned by every passing slight but I can't feed those beliefs. I am a machine who is trapped as a machine. I let go of conviction that my emotional states are either logical or justified. I am a monster but I don't have to feed it by believing it's real. There is within us something beneath the waves that is deep. I don't believe, I know, and I don't need you to know if you don't want to know it. I can say that life where I am today seems a lot better than what I used to experience. I am a nobody who is just fine with that.
I was going to quote you a Zen story. I will do so now:
https://blog.buddhagroove.com/zen-story-steal-the-moon/