Haters

Im officially sick of them. Sick of dealing with them. Of worrying about them. Of wishing they would just "know" me. Wishing they would give me a "chance" to have an equation with them so the hating would just STOP. So, Ah well. I finally realized  - haters just wanna hate. They know me. Oh yes they do. They respect me, wish they were me and think the world of me. But they just cant stop hating. They cant help it. God didn't give them the resilience and beauty it takes to respect and let go. They have to respect and trash. Ah well. So I stewed and I stewed. For years. I know - was I so needy for love? No, I wasn't. I was a kid who didn't get why one would be hated. Until I read this:



It’s like that Ani Difranco quote from her song “32 Flavors”:


And god help you if you are a phoenix
And you dare to rise up from the ash
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
While you are just flying past…

Good ness is no match for jealousy - the jealousy that will convince people you are a million things that they hate. And let them - for I hate them not. And in their hatred do they ever more suffer. Fortunately for me, I hate them not. Its sad that when devoid of aims, we, the busy, become the punch bags of the idle.