Love vs. Hate

A few months ago, I wrote a satirical, hillariously funny, insightful, creative, well-worded, introspective, mind-boggling, masterpiece of a blog called "I'm A Hater, He's A Hater, She's A Hater, We Some Haters, Wouldn't You Like To Be A Hater Too?" It also probably deserves an award for the longest title. And no...that's no exaggeration. I just reread it myself and it's STILL that entertaining to me, myself, and my nigga I. I suggest you click the link I conviniently provided.
If you're not satisfied, you can get a full refund upon exiting out of this screen. Oh that's right...I drop this game for free. I call it community service and shyt. Thank me later.

Ok, let me get serious for a minute and I'll jock myself later.

Alright...so I wrote this great blog in which I proclaimed myself a hater. "Hater" is still a word that seems to keep extending its 15 minutes of fame longer than a celebreality show star on VH1. I hear or read this word no less than a dozen times a day from people, in songs, in blogs and other websites. Everybody's talkin' about their haters and how people hate on them.

This got me to thinkin'...

In my almost 33 years on this third rock from the sun, I can't recall a time when I came across someone or knew someone who I felt was really HATING on me. Sure my circle of friends, fam, and associates joke around and we talk shyt about one another, but I don't think I really have any HATERS per say.

Throughout the years, I have had my fair share of ups and downs. Whether it's been dealing with fickle high school and college cliques, working certain jobs, following my passion and seeing it materialize, being in certain relationships, or just living my life, people have never really hated on me like that.

One theory could be...well, he's just a cool cat who don't fuck with nobody and always seem to have a positive disposition so he ain't nobody to hate on. And that may very well be true. Who the hell am I to hate on? Except the dopest, most talented-est, funniest, charming-est, smartest, person you may or may never meet...

However, my theory is, I just surround myself with dyck riders positive people who are somewhat grounded in their ideas and they appreciate me for who I am.

Seriously, if you have all these haters in your life that you obviously pay an excessive amount of attention to, then maybe you have poor judgement in whom you choose to surround yourself with. My family and friends have always supported me in all of my life endeavors whether I succeeded or failed and I love them for that. I know we all can't choose our family, but as adults, we definitely can limit the amount of time or interaction we have with someone who always seem to piss in your Kool-Aid.

I'm not trying to brag in any way, shape, or form, that's a lie but I do know that I make a conscious effort to distance myself from negativity. I'm also a firm believer in the simple yet complex theorem that you get what you put out. It very well may be possible that no one has ever told me I couldn't be a film director or any of the other zillion things I want to do because I have never shytted on anyone else's dream. I never hated on anyone's success and never celebrated with an "I-Told-You-So" attitude in the midst of someone's failures.

Of course there are some people, like Beyonce, who people just hate on for no valid reason, but those folks are rare.

It's of my belief that some people just claim to have haters just because all the "cool" folks got 'em. In essence, it's fashionable to have haters...and let Katt Williams tell it, "If you don't have haters, you're doing something wrong (paraphrasing)."

I say Fuck that! Show me love...like Kilo. And cheer me on...I appreciate the shyt, fa' real.

As always, thanks for reading.