Haters Gonna Hate
Last night I got into a small argument on my blog with someone who disagreed with my point of view on the whole Chris Brown/Rihanna situation. Basically, I think the public needs to move on and forgive Brown, but I don’t think his actions should be forgotten nor do I think any female with self-respect should involve themselves romantically with him. My blog focused on domestic violence and my no tolerance policy towards it; Brown and Rihanna simply gave me an excuse to talk about it again. My commenter apparently didn’t read carefully enough or decided to ignore my viewpoints, which is perfectly fine as this is a public forum and people can say what they wish. She then babbled on about how she will pray for me and my “toxic misconception of other people’s worth” and had the nerve to say I was fishing for a response, even though she was the one who continues to visit my blog and try to annoy me.
I decided to comment on this to again make my intent with this blog clear, even though I have no doubt that others on her intellectual level will not listen and will continue to whine. I write on here for me and me alone. I do it publicly because I enjoy being able to get myself out there absolutely for free and with little effort; it’s a great way to learn and possibly to meet like-minded people or people who can broaden my mind with their contradicting view points. I find it cowardly for anyone to make a webpage and set it to private because that defeats the purpose of having a forum to begin with.
The best thing about my blog is that it’s mine. I don’t work for MSNBC or any other place that puts an editor over me; lord knows half of my nonsense would be censored if I had a pair of eyes on it before posting. I don’t have to coddle people who come commenting; if I disagree with you I will tell you and I will not sugar coat it. Some people mistake it for anger. Trust me, I’m not angry. I love debating with people and I love to write; this blog allows me to combine the two and hammer away at people to my heart’s content when situations such as the one yesterday arise.
One thing that drives me insane about myself is that my mind is constantly running at full speed. I can have multiple things going on at once, all holding my full attention, and it is enough to make me dizzy. I have an IQ a couple of points away from genius level, was 250 points away from a perfect SAT score, and earned a 99 on the ASVAB. Basically, I have a lot of shit going on in my head and I need a creative outlet in order to keep my sanity in tact. This blog allows me to do so. When MySpace still mattered, I averaged around 50 comments per blog in my heavy posting days and I loved interacting with people who brought both positivity and negativity. It’s fun for me and it allows me to fully focus on one thing for a bit and slow my thoughts down, giving my mind a chance to cool off.
I don’t get angry at people who feel the need to disagree with me or go to the extreme and attack me. If I was bothered by that, I wouldn’t have a public page and I wouldn’t be successful in this world in general. What I would like people to understand is that I don’t have to be nice to you, agree with you, or worry about your feelings when I speak on here. If I think you’re an idiot, I’ll say it and I don’t mind if you feel like saying it back. If you’re going to take it a bit too far and stalk my page, commenting over and over out of sheer boredom or out of a pathetic need for attention, I’ll call you on that as well. This is my world, baby, and if you don’t like it, well… who invited you?
That being said, I love and appreciate the support of people who come visit my page, indulge me in reading my ramblings, and take the time out to offer up their opinion. Yes, even those who seek to annoy me and resort to playground fighting tactics. I won’t ever delete a comment (although I will deny approval of spam comments, because you can only hear so much about penile enhancement before it gets to be a bit annoying) and I won’t ever stop people from telling me I suck or I’m awesome, I’m interesting or boring as hell, or whatever else comes to mind. Just don’t expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows if I think you’re wrong about something because I have a tongue like a viper and I know how to use it.