Haters gonna hate

Just like raper’s gonna rape and bakers gonna bake, there’s always going to be at least one person in life who simply does not like you through no fault of your own.

As an only child who was socialized as a kid, but didn’t go to pre-school I didn’t encounter someone who didn’t like me until year one. It was quite possibly the first traumatic event of my life. I had done nothing to this girl, in fact, until I was the only one in the entire class not invited to her birthday party, thought we were friends. Other kids were mean to her because she was the new girl, I was one of the first people to be nice to her. I included her in activities, I introduced her to everyone and I even shared my little lunch with her one day when she forgot hers. To say I was devastated when she told me she hated me was an understatement. I cried for two days straight. I simply couldn’t understand not only why someone didn’t like me, but why someone I went out of my way to make feel welcome could be so mean.

I was seven years old. I’m now twenty-seven and not much has changed. Except I don’t cry when I find out people don’t like me anymore.

I have a fairly even male to female friend ratio. However the majority of my problems are with other women and when they decide they don’t like me, they really don’t like me. It’s never as simple as a personality clash, they launch a full blown hate campaign. They do every possible thing they can think of to bring me down.

But you know what? People who invest so much time and energy hating someone live a miserable life. If you always need one person to hate and bitch about in order to feel better about yourself, then you must be a miserable person with deep self hatred. If you consider yourself my friend, yet you still try to make me feel like a worthless piece of shit, perhaps you should reconsider your friendship and count how many actual friends vs acquaintances you actually have. If you hardly know me, but spend a whole lot of time and energy hating me and making sure you know exactly what I’m doing at all times, get a hobby. Maybe exercise or something. Start a twelve step program. Paint watercolours.

I’m not sorry that I enjoy life. I’m not sorry that my main aim in life is to have fun no matter what it is I’m doing. I can adapt to the situation. If I’m at a party where I don’t know many people, I make friends, I don’t shadow the one person I know or sit in the corner and judge people while I pretend to be texting someone on my cell phone.

Im happy more than I am sad. I have my own sense of style and I really don’t care if you look me up and down as you judge what I’m wearing because it doesn’t fit your idea of the image everyone that surrounds you should portray. I am who I am and I don’t intend on changing that for anyone.

So if you hate me, that’s more a you problem than a me problem.