Haters

Once upon a time, I tried to join a sporting club to play athletics with my boys.

HOWEVER, since most of the club members were married men, I was ostracized by their wives and made to feel like a second-class citizen.

Me being a single woman and all.

Why must women think of other women as competition?

Wouldn’t it be better to see them as allies?

The other day I was drinking a can of PBR when a woman approached me.

She made this HUGE deal out of the fact that I was drinking a PBR.

[I prefer craft beer, but PBR is what I drink when I’m trying to pace myself.]

She started out raving about my beer and then quickly escalated into making fun of it.

It became apparent to me that she was making fun of me RIGHT TO MY FACE!

Really?

Must you?

Thankfully I stopped paying attention to haters a long time ago.

Not everyone needs to love me.

I’m okay with people who think I’m not friendship material.

In fact, I could probably POINT YOU IN THE DIRECTION of several people I know who are less than thrilled with me as a person.

What can you do?

Work on impressing them or just let nature take its course and hope they’ll see your character in the end?

I play the long game.

One thing I DON’T DO is make fun of people.

Bad manners!

People are going to love you and people are going to hate you and none of it has anything to do with who you really are.

A valuable lesson I’ve learned time and again.

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