Whether you know it or not, you have haters. These haters lurk in the shadows, cavorting and whispering behind your back, assuming that they know everything there is to know about you -- and despising every bit of it for a variety of ridiculous reasons. These ill-informed malcontents then make it their purpose in life to be a complete ass to you, for no other reason than they think they know it all – and because they think they know you. Because after all, perception is reality.
Unless it isn’t.
The other day, a friend of mine made a Facebook post asking opinions about petty people. Naturally, I gave my two cents on the subject, and some guy I didn’t even know took a virtual jab at me once I was finished.
When the question of a petty, overly dramatic, nasty, belittling person was posed by the author, this individual felt it was his civic duty to respond with, “That person lives in <insert my city of residence here>”. I know this gentleman’s comment was aimed at me, since my location is usually posted alongside my public updates, because I live in a small suburb and because his post was immediately after mine -- obviously, because he wanted me to see it. He isn’t on my friends list, I never met the man and I don’t know why he despises me so, all I know is that he does.
I had a choice to make.
I could respond to aforementioned rudeness in kind and get roped into some ridiculous back and forth or I could take it on the chin and move on. I decided to do the latter.
I did this for two reasons. First, I don’t know this man, nor does he know me from Eve, and if he is so dimwitted and dull as to think my public Facebook postings are the sum of all my parts … his loss.
Secondly (and frankly), because I have more class than that. I’m not going to jump into the fray with some virtual nobody because he wants to provoke me, try to hurt my feelings or because he needs to get his rocks off by believing he slighted me in some way. Therefore, I will let this gent get his virtual pats on the back from his hate-filled fan club swollen in mediocrity and bathed head to toe in ignorance, and I will go on my merry way. I’m refuse to let petty people spoil my happy mood.
So why bring it up?
I bring it up because haters are, indeed, funny creatures. People will hate you for all the wrong reasons and justify it in their own minds for even more wrong reasons. Why? Because perception is reality.
And all of this junk about perception might be true; perception might (indeed) be reality, but your perception is your reality, and my perception is mine. Don’t try to pawn your reality off onto me.
For me, it all comes down to this: If you don’t like me, that’s awesome; it truly doesn’t bug me, because at the end of the day, the feeling is most likely mutual. I just have enough class to avoid going out of my way to point it out.
With that said I want to know, how do YOU deal with haters?