“Lonely days, well the only days
I remember the days I would say
I could be a star tomorrow if I really wanted to
I could be a star tomorrow if I just got rid of you
Haters, haters, haters..”
There’s something about me, I don’t know what it is, but there’s this irritating aspect I must have because for some reason I get a lot of haters. Every time I get introduced to a new group of people there will be at least one of them who will automatically be annoyed by my presence or immediately dislike me without having even spoken to me yet. It’s usually girls. I can think of ten off the top of my head and that’s only in three different circles.
I’m pretty happy-go-lucky when it comes to my usual demeanour, I’m not a sooky or bitchy girl (at least not until you take a swipe at me) so it’s not like its because of some rudeness in my personality. I would even go so far as to say that I go out of my way to be jovial, because I know people love to hate me. Some circles are hard to crack, sure, but people shouldn’t have automatic haters like I do. You can even see around my blog, the beginnings of trolls peppering my posts, who I’m sure will one day flock to me in droves.
I actually don’t mind my haters though. I can even get along with them in the right circumstances. Sometimes I try to turn them over to the good side for fun. They never bother me, mostly they just amuse me. To me, its interesting to think that so many people spend so much time thinking about me, burning because I did or said something. It’s even flattering. I just couldn’t care less about them. If anything they inspire me to try harder for success.
“You! What you tryin to prove?
Eyes on me, like I’m in your movie screen
Damn I know I’m fly!
Ain’t got nothin to hide
Want a piece of my pie?
Then you’ve got more problems than I..”
The thing is with haters though, most of them are back biters. They sneak around and whisper shit about you, then suck up to your face. It’s pathetic. You can always tell when you talk to someone if they are being fake nice to you. And you can tell when someone talks shit about you behind your back, there’s no need for a grapevine, its kind of obvious. A, because people tend to feel guilty and over compensate when they speak to you and B, because their nature is insincere. You notice when girls are in groups looking at you and muttering under their breath. You see when they scowl at you as you walk past them, even though your eyes may be pointed elsewhere.
That’s kinda why I love haters, because they are such cowards. They will never turn on you publicly without an army of cowards behind them. And if you are a nice person with a good attitude, which I think I am without meaning to be immodest, then there will never be enough in one circle to match against those that love you. So they just sit in corners and whisper, wasting their time wishing ill against you. God I love it! You’re giving me so much attention for nothing!
I love being a smartass to my haters and cutting them with little comments that they will fume over for ages afterwards. I have a decently quick wit, and its fun to be openly bitchy when they are so scared to be straight forward with their opinions. If you don’t like me, and you treat me as such, don’t expect me to go easy on you. My words can sting and I’m not afraid to use them, unlike you. I’ll fight in the open, fire with fire. I don’t care to burn a bridge I never intended to use.
“So many times I hear you try to knock my crew
Well we got somethin for all the fools
It aint just rhythm and blues
You just quit trying to compete
No telling what you could be
Might even be doper than me, I doubt it..
I know you can come better, can come better than that
Sick and tired of the loose rap, you can keep that..”
The best way to get back at a hater is to be the best you can be. Dress well, try to look better than them, have an edgier style, do what you can to achieve your ambitions, at work or in study, and be a nice and happy person. Let them sit and hurt inside because you’re not complying with their petty games and bullshit. Show them that you will be happy regardless of whether they like you or not. Indifference is always your best weapon. They can’t win if you’re not playing the game with them.
I like to think that a multitude of haters early in your life is a good sign. It means you are grinding against the grain. And anyone who’s anyone in the biz has haters. If I want to be a great journalist, then I must be known and read, even if it’s only by those who want to pull me down. Any publicity is good publicity. Being bitched about means I’m well known, especially in my area, by people I’ve never even heard of. It’s a great start to a media career.
So this post is dedicated to all my haters out there, I love you rats! You sneaky, dirty dogs, too afraid to stab me anywhere but in the back, and only if I had my hands tied. Your constant disapproval and bitter snarkiness only pushes me harder to attain my goals. In a twisted, ironic way some of my success is because of you. Thank you, vile snakes with venomous words and poisonous hearts, thank you for your industrious and persistent hating! I couldn’t have made it here without you. Go fuck yourselves!
“I swear they got some nerve
Spreadin what they heard
I can’t give them no run
I can’t be concerned with all that talk
I won’t be involved – thats my word!
See I’m not the one, they got me confused
They got me messed up
Don’t you think I’ve had enough?”