Oh I’m a “hater” because I don’t like the same shit YOU like?

Am I supposed to be like every other naive imbecile with these invisible haters and say, “Oh since they’re hatin’ on me because they think I’m hatin’ on them, that must mean I’m famous”? No, I’m not. Which is the reason why I get so many people butt hurt about my opinion. Because they can’t grab the concept that maybe, just maybe people have their own opinion and because its not the same as theirs, its not considered hating.

That’s too much like right for people to think logically. If you don’t like lets say Gucci Mane and you tell someone you don’t and you give them what you think are good reasons to why; well they go crazy and start calling you a hater and everything else under the sun because you don’t like Gucci Mane and they do. There’s no “I respect your opinion” its just “bytch you jus hatin cuz he got money“. While I’m on that, what does someone’s income got anything to do to why people such as rappers aren’t lyrically impressive to me? They could all be as rich as Bill Gates but its not going to change how I feel about what they’re selling. Furthermore, why would I want their money or want to be like them when I can have my own money and do what I want to do in life? I apologize if I don’t want to follow what people call their “role-models” to the point where I start making irrational decisions and begin to act and talk like said “role-model“.

From consoles to flowers, from food to actors you can’t have your own opinion, feelings, thoughts about anything without that one idiot saying you’re “hatin”. I often ask what said “hate-e” would define “hater”. Its basically someone whose opinion isn’t the same as everyone else. Hell, I could say I’m allergic to fake metals, meaning I can’t wear fake jewelery because it would break me out within seconds and someone would call me hater. In-fact, I believe something close to that happened to me when I went over my grandmother’s house and my naive, incompetent sister was there. How am I hater because I don’t want to look like a walking rash? People stretch that word so far it doesn’t look like a word any more it looks like it has its own country.