When You Find Out Someone Hates You
If you're like me, you want everyone to like you. And why wouldn't they? I think I'm alright...I'm nice for the most part and I don't try to hurt people. I hate confrontation and I don't particularly enjoy seeing people in pain. I try to level with people and see where they're coming from.
Recently I heard through mutual acquaintances that someone I have never even talked to hates me. Literally hates me. She wants me to be unsuccessful and she wants to see me fail. Ouch. Now, it's important to know that this person who hates me is also an Amarillo photographer. Her and I know who each other are but we've never spoken. That's all the details I'm going to give so don't bother asking ;) I'm not here to slander.
Initially I was offended. I was like, "What have I ever done to her? She doesn't know me." I was a little bit hurt. This is a photographer whose work I truly and honestly loved....I still do. I'm very picky about whether I think a photographer is good or not and she is on my good list. She's on my very good list. I thought her and I might be friends one day.
I want eeeeeeveryone to like meeeeee, I thought in my winiest voice after hearing this news.
But the hurt lasted about one minute and then turned into something else. It turned into...pride. Well, I thought, if she hates me, if I'm on her radar of hate at all, then I must be doing something right. She must see me as a threat.
Maybe it's wrong, but I like that feeling. Don't get me wrong, I would rather not be hated but if someone is going to hate me, I would rather it be for something like this.
And I feel bad for people like this. I feel bad that there are people with such vindictive, hateful personalities that they want to see total strangers fail. You know the people. They are the ones who have nothing better to do with their time. They spend their days worrying about what everyone else is doing instead of doing anything themselves. They are the talkers, the naysayers, the criticizers, the slanderers, the haters.
And in the proverbial words of Taylor Swift: Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
And the only thing I can do about it is to continue to press forward into the direction of my dreams, put on blinders, and build the kind of life that I want to live. I will make mistakes, maybe even fall flat on my face, but at least I'll be doing something.