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You Might Not Really Have Haters IF….

HateradeYou Might Not Really Have Haters IF….

 You are constantly walking around saying it. 

 I probably should have posted this as one of my pet peeve blog entries because this irks me to the 10th power, but nevertheless it had to be said.

In case you didn’t know, the majority of the population is being hated on in some form or fashion…if you let them tell it. They have tons, I mean oodles and caboodles of people who care so much about what they are doing 24/7, 365 days a year that they have labeled them as their fan club of haters. They claim these “haters” are jealous of their success and that each aspect of their lifestyle gives their haters a reason to gossip about them and start drama.

sidenote: oftentimes the success mentioned is nowhere to be found and cannot be recognized. It is only acknowledgeable to the person being hated on.

I for the most part am amazed by the nerve of some of the people who are constantly screaming that they are being hated on. It may be just me, but when you look at them you almost giggle because the first thought that comes to mind is, hate on what? You give them a quick once over and you say to yourself again “Hate on what?” Because for the most part, the main people who claim to have a gang of haters on their trail don’t really have anything hate worthy about them.

If you have all day to walk around acknowledging these so-called haters, what does that say about you? If your Facebook page, Myspace page and Twitter account all consist of you shouting out your haters telling them how much you love them for hating on you, what does that say about you? Im glad you asked 🙂 It may be a sign that you have too much free time on your hands and that you…not the haters….care a tad bit too much about what other people think and do.

Honestly I belive that hater and the variations of it (hatas, hateration,haterade,hatin) is the most abused word of the decade. It is tossed around aimlessly by people who either desire the attention of others who don’t give a damn about them or by people who just want attention. In my opinion people who are the most hated on are oftentimes attention whores.  They wish they had people’s undivided attention. They wish that they were something to talk about, and since they aren’t they have come up with all kinds of idiotic reasons why people are hating on them such as:

They have a nice-looking boyfriend/girlfriend (ok plenty of people have nice-looking boyfriends/girlfriends and yours even cheats so now what??)

They drive a nice car (ok the car lots are of full of nice cars and also a lot of people who have these nice cars have jacked up credit just like you)

They dress nice (ok, everywhere you go you see people dressed nicely, and didn’t you borrow that shirt from your sister anyway??)

They look good (do you really? okaaay if you say so)

…and with my comments they would probably label me as a hater too..whatever!

These are just a few of the lame reasons that the most hated on people of the world give when they go into very descriptive detail as to why people love to hate on them. They have to give a lot of details because it is the highlight of their day to tell others how they are being hated on…AGAIN

insert extra hard eye roll here.. 8-|

BUT…are people really hatin on you or are you just wishing people gave a damn. Think about it.

You might not really have haters if you have to constantly make it the topic of your conversation every chance you get. If you feel the need to say it so much, it might not be true.


Pet Peeve #001

Pet peeve #001

eyeclipartif2People who stare into your car as you sit at the red light. Ugh that irks me to the 10th power.

Now I don’t mean to come off as some meany with road rage, but staring in people’s cars as they sit in the lane next to you is annoying. I don’t know if people do it out of habit or because they don’t really realize they are doing it (yeah right, like you don’t know you have your googly eyes glaring at a person) But I absolutely hate to feel someone’s eyes on me as I sit waiting on the light to turn green. Sometimes I give them the “UGH what are you looking at” face. Other times I try to ignore it, but the lady in the blue Ford Taurus took me to a whole new level with this pet peeve.

Have you ever been driving along and it seems as if one car in particular is following you. You know that most likely they aren’t following you, just going in the same direction, but each turn you make, they make it also. Each yellow light you speed on through, they are close behind.

Well the lady in the blue Ford Taurus was my follower for about ten minutes one day. I was kind of annoyed that she wouldn’t get in the other lane or take some other route to her destination, but who am I to make her alter her driving? Finally after what seemed like forever she changed lanes, and I had to look over at her to see who this bitch was lol (yeah I know that was mean, but hell she was purposely trailing me and not getting over) So I look over and she is a middle aged black woman with one of those little beanie hats on. She looked over at me and the stare she gave me said “What, you wanna laugh at my beanie hat?.” The light changed and we both went through, but from that point on each light we got to she would stare at me with her beanie hat slightly tilted on her eyed. It was obnoxious. I wanted to slap it off.

Two more lights, two more stops with her and the hideous beanie hat. Goodness I was annoyed. Just her eyes glaring and the beanie hat looking like it would topple off of her head at any moment had my nerves on edge. I needed to change lanes. So I change lanes and get behind her. Then I could feel her looking at my in her rearview mirror. It was soooo obnoxious. Either I would have to slow down and lose her or she would need to take off that beanie hat, something had to give.

I knew she wouldn’t take the hat off, so I decided to slow down and get some distance between us. It worked until I got to the final red light before I was to make my turn. I look over and she is right beside me again, beanie hat still tilted, eyes still glued on me. I flipped her the bird and zoomed off. Was that mean? YES But her staring problem combined with a hideous, tilted beanie was even meaner.

Tata’s Bad Habit

park_benchLast night me and my girl Tata (like Pa tata) were sitting around shooting the breeze and doing everything BUT getting ready for the work week.  Somehow we got on the subject of bad habits. Now Tata is one of my closest friends, I have known her almost nine years, so when the subject of bad habits came up I immediately thought of her ultimate bad habit which is smoking cigarettes.

When I first met Tata she didn’t smoke; and even though I don’t like the smell of cigarette smoke and I truly hate inhaling secondhand smoke, Tata is one of the very few people I will allow to smoke in my presence; the others being my grandmother and a few other relatives.

As the subject came up I was tempted to tease her about why she began smoking in the first place. His name was Bobby Ray.  Around my second year of knowing Tata she started dating this guy named Bobby who I thought was the cutest thing ever. He was tall and chocolate and had these pretty round eyes that just made you want to stare into them forever.  Tata seemed to really like him too; I mean every time she talked about the man she would have this huge smile on her face. It was so teenage and cute.

After she had been dating Bobby Ray for about five months I noticed that every time she would come to visit me she would always have some reason to go out to her car during the visit. At first I thought it was nothing, but then I also noticed that when she came back in she smelled of air freshener. After she did this on about four visits I decided to ask her what was the deal with the trips to the car and coming back smelling like fresh linens.

She stood there for a minute, then she let go of the secret, she was smoking cigarettes. I was shocked because I had never seen her smoke a cigarette the entire time I had known her and I had spent entire days with her on many occasions. I promptly demanded to know when this started and why in the hell she decided at this age in life to begin puffing cancer sticks. She told me that this new habit was all because of Bobby Ray. Once she said that I knew there was going to be a good story behind this one. I just hoped the story was funny instead of upsetting.

Tata went on to say that Bobby Ray wrecks her nerves so bad that she turned to cigarettes as a way to calm down and keep her sanity. What started out as an every now and then smoke had turned into a vicious habit. I stood there in awe, because if this man had turn a woman into a chain smoker in less than six months he had to be a bad mamma jamma! I needed to know what in the hell he was doing that was so nerve wrecking that it would cause her to form a habit that she was embarrassed of.

With a sad look on her face, Tata went on to tell me that Bobby Ray was the nicest man she had ever met in her life. He was such a gentleman. He cooked for her and he was a great father to his children. He worked every day and so far she had no complaints with him…except the fact that he stuttered somethin serious.

Before I could catch myself I burst into laughter. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. How could this sexy man, who knew exactly how to treat a woman, be a stutterer? And first and foremost how had I not noticed that he stuttered? Even though I had only met him twice, each time we met we conversed and he had not stuttered one bit. Tata’s explanation for that was that he had controlled it during our brief conversations.  He could do that sometimes. When I thought back to both times I had met Bobby Ray each time he had seemed kind of nervous and honestly Tata had seemed even more nervous. Now there was an explanation for him seeming uptight and Tata standing in the background looking as if she just swallowed a hairball. All this time I thought the man had been nervous to meet me because Tata had warned him of my witty personality. No, he had been so uptight because he was trying his darnest to control his stuttering problem and Tata was just as nervous because she didn’t want him to slip in a shhh or thhh.

Now back to Tata’s bad habit. I asked her how his stuttering would cause her to smoke. Now I could understand if he turned to smoking, but her…? I needed and explanation for this one. She said that sometimes having a conversation with Bobby Ray was so frustrating that she would immediately feel the need to smoke a few cigarettes. Not one cigarette, but a few. She said that he would begin a normal conversation and a few minutes in, it would turn into long strings of thtthhh hhhh aaa tttt is whhhaa ttt happp ennnn. She then told me to imagine holding a conversation with someone on a day to day basis and almost every time this was the result. It frustrated her to the point that she sometimes caught herself wanting to clinch his lips shut with her hands.  So instead of doing something so spiteful, she turned to cigarettes. They were her shelter in a time of storm; Bobby Ray’s stuttering storm that is.

I felt sorry for my friend. I could tell that other than his stuttering problem he was the perfect guy for her. I asked her had he thought about speech therapy and she said that he was too embarrassed to seek help. She had mentioned it to him once and in the end she felt as if she hurt the situation more than helped it. She had even offered to go with him but he stated that her going with him would be like her taking her son to pre-school for the first time and helping him pronounce his alphabet. He wanted no part of that.

Almost a year into their relationship, Tata was smoking a pack of cigarettes in two days. Her habit had become so mandatory that she was no longer embarrassed. She would fire up a cigarette at the drop of a hat. Bobby Ray was still stuttering away, but he was also still cooking dinners, still paying bills, still holding her hand, still kissing her softly and still being an overall nice guy. Tata didn’t know what to do. She felt that she was getting closer and closer to a man that she knew she could not marry unless he stopped stuttering. This burden caused her to smoke even more. The stress of having the perfect man in her life, except for one little bitty thing that wasn’t such a little bitty thing was stressing Tata out beyond belief.

But soon Tata would find out that Bobby Ray had a problem with her also. One day after dinner they were sitting at the park on a bench and Tata fired up a cigarette as they sat and watched the ducks in the pond. Bobby had taken the entire length of dinner to tell her about one of his coworkers being fired today at work. What should have taken ten minutes took an hour and a half. Tata’s nerves were frizzled by the time they ordered dessert. She could not wait to get out of the restaurant and fire up a cigarette.

As she sat there dangling her legs and puffing on her cigarette, she realized that Bobby was staring at her with a not so nice expression on his face. Before she could ask what was wrong he asked her if she remembered one of the first conversations they had which took place on their second date. He then refreshed her memory. They talked that night about falling in love, what they expected from each other and lastly pet peeves. Bobby reminded Tata that one of his biggest pet peeves was women that smoked cigarettes. He said that over the past couple of months she had turned into the exact kind of woman he despised. A woman who was stressed and instead of dealing with her problems she puffed cigarette after cigarette. He said if it hadn’t been for his love for her he would have called it quits a long time ago.

Before Tata knew it Bobby Ray had dumped her sitting there on the wooden bench in the park while a cool breeze rippled past. It took her a few minutes to gather her thoughts and realize that the man who she loved and also the man who caused her to smoke cigarettes was now dumping her because of her cigarette smoking. She was shocked.

It took my girl quite some time to get over Bobby Ray. She never even told the man why she started smoking in the first place. Had it been me he would have gotten an earful that day at the park. He wouldn’t have got the opportunity to finish his rehearsed dumping speech. Once I realized where the conversation was going I would have gave him a piece of my mind and being that he has a speech impediment he wouldn’t have had the time to finish what he wanted to say because I would have been gone. But poor Tata was on such a high from the relief of her cigarette that she never saw it coming.

Till this day every time someone talks about cigarettes it makes Tata fume inside. Had it not been for those damn cigarettes she would have known she had been dumped much earlier. After all, it took Bobby Ray almost an hour just to say it was over.