Rarely, do we ever dislike someone for a
good reason.
We
criticize people
without knowing them, and make
assumptions without knowing anything.
We hear a rumor, and pass it along. But when we hear something said about ourselves, we're hurt and confused why someone would ever say something like that.
We are a world of
hypocrites- we wonder why someone would say anything about us, without actually knowing us. Yet, we do the
exact same thing.
Maybe it's
jealousy. Maybe because of
intimidation? Maybe because we think it's
funny. Maybe it's because we only know
one side of a story.
It's been brought to my attention lately on more than one occasion that making fun of someone for the sheer fun of it makes people think they are
funny,
witty, and
cool. That making some body's
personal business into
public humiliation is the best part of their days.
Pity.
There will always be haters.
Always.
Our generation is living in a sad reality:
We will be called "
bitches" and "
pussies" because we
stand up for our
friends, and
ourselves.
We'll be called "
whiners" and "
complainers" for having a
normal,
human, and
emotional reaction to
betrayal,
belittling,
lies,
hurt, and
heartbreak.
We'll be called
"whipped" because we put
someone else's happiness
above our own; because we are capable of
selfless,
genuine love with
one person instead of endless hooking up.
And we'll be called "
sluts" for hooking up with
one guy who isn't our boyfriend.
We'll be called "
alcoholics" if we have
one rough night of partying.
We might not get a
call or
text back because we might not be "
hot enough", despite our
personality.
People might
change their minds about us not because of
what we did, but because of
what other people said.
People will constantly be
judging us, waiting to pounce on anything they can find to start a
rumor or
joke about us.
People will say things about us,
not knowing the truth. But people just as well might say something,
knowing the truth, and
saying it anyway.
People
may or
may not defend us, depending on the
status quot.
We'll be hated for things
we've done, and things
we haven't.
People will say just about anything
behind our back, but almost
nothing to our face.
We'll have friends who use us for
parties,
rides,
money, etc. but not for
real friendship.
But no matter what you do, or how hard you try to give no one a reason to hate/dislike you- there will
always be someone who does.
Some days it'll
tear us down, make us want to
give up, and begin to wonder if what people are saying is
true.
But the only person who knows you, is
you. And when you go to bed at night, and wake up the next morning, you have
your own opinion of
yourself.
Let people
talk, let them spread
lies. Let them
assume, and let them
criticize.
But also, let the hate, motivate. Let it light a fire of its own, but strictly a fire within yourself to
grin,
bear it, and
keep your head held high.
Because in the end, that's all you can really do.