To All the Haters

A blogger put into words how I too feel about haters:

I most likely won't. There are things you don't write on a blog, not a blog that people actually read anyway. Namely, success. Because when you write about your personal successes, and you're me, it's giving the haters something else to throw shit at. Mostly people cheer and are happy for you, and even with "most," you get hung up on the bad and the mean. Why? Is it because you deep down doubt yourself and wonder if you're rally worthy? I don't think so. Not in this case. I'm fine with not being liked. It's not the greatest feeling, but I accept it. Not everyone has to like who I am or what I write. "Well if you were just more humble," or "if you were more self-depricating," or "if you didn't take yourself so seriously" or "if you laughed at yourself more and weren't so self-absorbed," or "if you weren't so fat with a big forehead."
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If I cared that much about what some stranger behind a cloak of anonymity had to say, I wouldn't write anything honest. I'd care so much,and be so afraid of not being liked that I just wouldn't write it. Clearly I don't care all that much or my writing would have changed. I'd begin to poke fun at myself more, down play things, act. And it is brave to keep doing it with all the shit I take. It would be easier to stop, or to adjust and cater. I'm not about easier. We're not put here to live an easy life. We're here to learn, I think, to grow. To overcome fears. I'm not afraid of being hated. I don't particularly enjoy it, but I'm well aware that the more visible one becomes, the more people will be vocal about loving and hating who they are, what they stand for, or how they wear their hair. The minute I fear how someone will respond to something I write is the moment where I'll stop being completely honest. And for what? Fear of what? Not being liked? Believe me, I've been rejected enough times in life, for just being me, that I'm not about to let some anonymous clump change who I am, or how proud I've become of myself. And I am proud. I've been rejected by lovers, bosses, sororities, and The Wasband. Bloggers who comment, who either have or have not ever met me, are the least of it.