Dealing with haters, critics, and attention seekers.
Continuing on me and my daughter's car ride from the abandoned Michigan Central Train Station, up 12th Street, through the desolate urban prairies of the Briggs neighborhood, we come to pass a abandoned factory, bricks crumbling down to the alleys below. Holes knocked in the brickwork offer glimpses inside. There are some teenage boys on their way home perhaps, by this scene. They are yelling insults at each other, like fists of words they fly from one boy to the other, where he just shrugs 'em off and keeps walking.
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I remember being that young and dumb. The things I let fly out of my mouth are the things I feel pretty stupid about today. some neighborhood teenagers were walking by. It is a belief that hate is contagious, and haters can make more haters. Besides, it's highly unlikely they would have comprehended my comebacks. When you put yourself out there, and you are visible, you are opening yourself to hater's and critic's sharp tongues. Of course, a sharp tongue does not mean you have a keen mind. People hit rock bottom with a shovel, start to dig, and try to pull you down to their level.
Having a blog or writing an editorial now and then, you get some real wackos who decide they just don't like you. I have a few pebbles in my shoe, mostly racists who want to see me fail, or people who got kicked off of various newsgroups because they apparently wern't capable of adult conversation. When I switched names, they panicked at my apparent absence, and created topics speculating where I went. These types of people are the reason they invented contraception. My haters have targeted not only me, but also my wife, one and a half year old daughter, my wedding registry, just to name a few. Luckily, no one has taken them seriously. Everyone just ended up viewing them as a joke.
Polar opposites don't repel each other the way we do. I wonder how much they hate that I'm doing the things they wish they could have done? We both went through the fire. Same past, same life, but they couldn't handle the trials. They sank and I swam. Now I'm crossing the channel, and they're washed up.
They're so afraid of the outcomes. Their fear is like the penetentary, thoughts are kept in solutary. There is just no comparison. They're racist wretchs, reeling relinquished in the rat race. We are real restless rogue renegade, reflecting on resentment and returning rabid remarks.
They're b... wait, never mind I'm starting to get pulled in. My ego will get the best of me. I got to stop that. That's it. I've just dumped 'em from my mind. They're gone. Goodbye!
I think I know what sites you are talking about. Are they the same bitter hateful little shits who get a hard on every time we mention them over in the forum?
ReplyDeleteDon't worry about them. Worry about you.
What the hell have you done? Imply that suburban life is akin to child abuse?
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