warning: the following post is kind of jarbled, because I came into this post with an abstract idea but no real plot to it. It turns into a bit of a rant, too. It’s also full of gifs and videos and such. Move forward at your own risk.
Throughout everything and every where there are always people who think they’re better than someone else. Or they’re just gunna straight up hate.
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But everyone’s hit the twihate bandwagon at some point. Save for the twitards, which then was a hate on the twihaters wagon. But it’s all hate!
|again, found on tumblr|
But it’s not always people hating on books/writers. Like Squidward hates Sponge Bob.
And Sponge Bob is only his really annoying neighbor (I can understand his point of view, though! lol).
Some people just think they’re so high and mighty that it’s laughable, cause you can see through the paper thin argument.
But this post isn’t about why haters hate, ’cause we all know that they do. And there’s no real explaining it. Because usually it’s just a pointless way for people to try and feel better ’bout themselves.
No, this is about what you do when those haters hate on you.
Haters can be random people we don’t know, like the anons on tumblr (for those of you who don’t know, there are people on tumblr who like to go around and send anonymous messages to people telling them they suck, they’re ugly, they should kill themselves, and much more gruesome things). Then there are people we do know, like co-workers or customers who come in a lot. And there are those who are/were close to us who do it (I’ve heard of people whoa re still friends with people who hate on them, god knows why though. I’ve even heard of people’s PARENTS being their haters, da fuq?).
No matter how self confident you are, no matter how much you can laugh things off, no matter how many times you chant that sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you, they still hurt. And depending on how close that hater is or was, it may take longer to get over.
Personally, this is my take on it:
|do I really have to say where I found this one?|
People come, people go, the pain won’t last forever. And that’s why there’s no point it gettin’ all upset over it. They’re good for a laugh. And you have to remember that they’re just jealous of what you got. You are better then all them haters out there. Haters are going to rip on you left and right, because you can’t make everyone happy. Someone is always going to be upset. Always. You don’t live your life the way they are? Ooo, you’re such a child, you need to grow the fuck up! Hell, I am a child, let me live my life my way while I still have the chance to be young. Or maybe you’re not their idea of skinny. Fuck it, enjoy that donut! And make sure their mouth is watering as you orgasmicly eat that donut! You are you, there is no better you out there!
Be proud of who you are, and those haters out there, all they can do is fuel your drive. You must be doing something right if they’re so damn upset!
So, to any of my haters out there, I am better than this. I am better than you. Obviously I’m doing something to piss you off, and good! I enjoy my life, I enjoy the way I’m living, ’cause this is the only life I’m going to remember living (unless I come back as the Dalai Lama, which I highly doubt). You have a problem with it, good for you. I’ll live my way, childish or not, and you live your way, as old as it makes you. I’m 23! I am a child! And I’m not in any rush to grow up! I have my goals and ambitions, and I am working towards those faster than you even know. You have no idea. You can’t even fathom.
I have a connection with an agent, I have a connection with a costume designer, both of which really, really want to help me. What have you got?
Keep trying to bring me down, I will only come out stronger, and laughing!
I am Jasmine, I love who I am, I love my life. I have the best friends in the world who will continue to laugh with me until the day I die. I’m a nerd, I’m immature, I’m mature, I’m a big sister, I’m a daughter, I’m a helper. I work hard at what I want. My dad supports me and has done more in 5 years than most dads do in their whole life. He even takes care of my brothers, and they’re not his. My mom supports me. She’s always been there for me and always will. She’s my biggest role model and I will never be half as good as she is, but she’s behind me no matter what I do and that’s all that matters. My best friend supports me, no matter how slow I can be at doing things. My bosses love me because I’m a hard worker who never argues back and do everything I can to make the job go quicker and easier. My co-workers love me because I’m fun to be around. My customers love me because I’m sweet and a hard worker and do all I can to help them with what they need. This is my life to live, my life to fuck up, my life to better.
And I am better than you. I don’t care what contests and little things you can stick to. They’re pass times that can be ignored. What matters is what I do stick to, and that’s all. So go suck an egg.