Haters are goofy.
Being in the creative field (and my ever-growing internet popularity), gaining and encountering hate is a natural (but fun) thing. It’s the order of life , something that will only end when humanity ends. As somebody who doesn’t get mad, jealous, or hateful towards successful people, I never got the joy of hating off somebody else’s success or passion. I find inspiration in those who are doing better than I am. It just means I need to keep pushing to reach their level.
Recently, I’ve been gaining some hate from both internet niggas, and a member of my own blood family. Although I’m not (completely) mad at these haters, I find their hate funny. These fools that are hating on me are doing way better in their lives compared to my own life. They have careers, wives/girlfriends, their own cars and houses while I’m struggling.
And yet, they take the time out of their own apparently “successful” and “happy” lives to talk down on me. The family member hater has a newfound hobby of reminding me of my past failures and is belittling me about my current situation. Funny thing, this dude won’t offer me advice or support to get out of this situation (granted this dude had an arrest warrant out for him last year, and he screwed over his roommates rent money the year before, so take that how you want to)
Guess it’s easier to put down others than to lift them up (a depressing issue in the Black community).
Their hate got me wondering though: I must be doing something right with my passion and drive to better myself. The haters don’t like that. They rather see me be stuck forever, than me to make progress in life. They fear the fact that one day, I’ll prove their bullshit wrong.
Fear and paranoid is a bitch ha ha ha. But real shit, haters are goofy.
‘I’m just enjoying my mother fuckin’ life that’s all. I advise you to do the same.’