Sunday, September 16, 2012

Hate on Me

To be honest, there are more people who don’t like me in school than those who like me. And I’m not a bitch to begin with.
 
Why would anyone hate me? I guess I’m just not like everyone in school. I don’t watch what they watch. I don’t listen to their kind of music. I don’t spend my time doing things I’m not supposed to do. And I definitely don’t speak the way they do.

I get the term “weird” from them like all the fucking time. Why? I like being weird but what these people mean when they use it on me is so wrong. It’s meant negatively. Just because I like bands they’ve never even heard of or would rather listen to the teacher’s lectures instead of flirting with my classmates or never even had a boyfriend doesn’t make me bad. If you are smart enough to know, it’s the opposite. Do I really have to do bad just to get on the good side of people in my school?

Sometimes, I wonder if it’s just me. My siblings blame me a lot for the majority of hate I get. I just don’t adapt or even try to fit in. They tell me to try to alter my personality or my differences a bit. Don’t stand out too much. I call that “being plastic”. I don’t even try to stand out but I guess that just comes because I’m not like everyone.

Admittedly, I sometimes cry when I think of the taunts or reception I get in school. And they just get worse day by day. But most people are ignorant AND arrogant in that wasteland. I can’t change that. If people waste their time obsessing on what I am not, it’s their problem, not mine. I like who I am. At least I’m not slutty or lazy or cheap.

So…yeah. I may have more people who don’t like me but at least those who actually do like me appreciate me for who I really am.As the late and great Kurt Cobain says, “I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.” :)