Haterz...It's not that serious o.
I got an interesting mail today...I wasn't going to dwell on it but its been flashing in my head all evening.
An old school mate sent a mail to me apologizing for 9years ago. Apparently she wrote mean words in my slum book/year book. She hated me.
Its funny because, as hard as I've tried to recall, I can't remember her writing stuff and I can't remember holding any grudge against her.
I mean after secondary school, I noticed she wasn't so friendly with me. I just assumed it was a part of who she was and thought nothing of it, It all makes sense now.... Apparently she feels I've held it in me all these years and I've probably hated her.
Life's not that serious.
Maybe I was hurt when I read what she wrote...maybe I cried or maybe I didn't care. Who knows? I certainly don't remember.
(I respect her a lot for what she did, and this post is in no way a diss at her, she's a lovely lovely lady)
This got me thinking, how many people have we wasted our precious moments and priceless emotions hating? We spend so much in us sending the negative vibes their way and surprise surprise... They go on living life, not noticing, not knowing, not caring, and you're all by yourself getting a heartburn from hating.
I'm a lovable person if I may say so myself:)(i mean if i can love me, who are you not to love me too ). But I understand that in life not everyone would come close to liking you. Even Jesus with all his sweetness had and still has haters. I've had people I've never met or heard of say hateful things about me. I sat next to some girl as I made my hair some years ago, I didn't know who she was till my friend mentioned her name and I realized she was some chic who told someone how much she hated me.
I'm not worried that I'm being hated on. I'm just amazed at how clueless I am to the hating around me. Makes me wonder at the number of people I laugh with daily who respond with that subtle evil growl of hate under their breath.*shrug shoulder* their hate can't do me nothing.
Life's not that serious, the same way I no longer pay attention to what people say or don't say about me, is the same way I guess people I might have hated on once are oblivious to me. So I have no choice than to stop hating.
Beyonce.... I no longer hate on. My dislike or jealousy whichever it be of her success wouldn't give her a headache, I'll be the one looking for Tylenol to take after getting a hateache.
Like I said, it isn't that serious, this thing called life. Don't spend time on something as 'serious' as hating.
Be a lover not a fighter.
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