Whether
you know it or not, you have haters. These haters lurk in the shadows,
cavorting and whispering behind your back, assuming that they know everything
there is to know about you -- and despising every bit of it for a variety of ridiculous
reasons. These ill-informed malcontents then make it their purpose in life to
be a complete ass to you, for no other reason than they think they know it all –
and because they think they know you. Because after all, perception is reality.
Unless
it isn’t.
The
other day, a friend of mine made a Facebook post asking opinions about petty
people. Naturally, I gave my two cents on the subject, and some guy I didn’t
even know took a virtual jab at me once I was finished.
When
the question of a petty, overly dramatic, nasty, belittling person was posed by
the author, this individual felt it was his civic duty to respond with, “That person
lives in <insert my city of residence here>”. I know this gentleman’s comment
was aimed at me, since my location is usually posted alongside my public
updates, because I live in a small suburb and because his post was immediately
after mine -- obviously, because he wanted me to see it. He isn’t on my friends
list, I never met the man and I don’t know why he despises me so, all I know is
that he does.
I had a choice to make.
I
could respond to aforementioned rudeness in kind and get roped into some
ridiculous back and forth or I could take it on the chin and move on. I decided
to do the latter.
I
did this for two reasons. First, I don’t know this man, nor does he know me
from Eve, and if he is so dimwitted and dull as to think my public Facebook
postings are the sum of all my parts … his loss.
Secondly
(and frankly), because I have more class than that. I’m not going to jump into
the fray with some virtual nobody because he wants to provoke me, try to hurt
my feelings or because he needs to get his rocks off by believing he slighted me
in some way. Therefore, I will let this gent get his virtual pats on the back
from his hate-filled fan club swollen in mediocrity and bathed head to toe in ignorance,
and I will go on my merry way. I’m refuse to let petty people spoil my happy mood.
So
why bring it up?
I bring
it up because haters are, indeed, funny creatures. People will hate you for all
the wrong reasons and justify it in their own minds for even more wrong reasons.
Why? Because perception is reality.
And
all of this junk about perception might be true; perception might (indeed) be reality,
but your perception is your reality, and my perception is mine. Don’t try to
pawn your reality off onto me.
For
me, it all comes down to this: If you don’t like me, that’s awesome; it truly
doesn’t bug me, because at the end of
the day, the feeling is most likely mutual. I just have enough class to avoid going out
of my way to point it out.
With
that said I want to know, how do YOU deal with haters?
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