Some people want, nay, long for, haters. It's a thing. 🤷🏿♀️ Some misguided soul at some point said something that amounted to "you ain't winning if you ain't got haters" and referenced Jesus, Judas, the Pharisees and Sadducees, and a few scriptures thus revolutionizing the perspective on having a camp of people wanting, nay, longing for your failure, unhappiness, and general decline.
There was a time in my life when I thought "I must be doing something wrong. I have not one hater. I must make one by tomorrow." 🤦🏿♀️🤦🏿♀️🤦🏿♀️ Now, I know that the minding of one's business, avoidance of drama, and internal checking of one's motives and attitudes generally creates likeability. I do not have haters. A part from the lot of people who genuinely root for me, most of the world regards me with a pleasant indifference if they regard me at all. I am okay with this non-polarizing, quiet life.
I said all of that to say:
Refuse to occupy the hater quota or space for anyone. You can accept or reject these well-wishes, good vibes, and happy thoughts, but they radiate from me anyhow. I refuse to allow anyone to transform my energy into pettiness or negativity.
Ladies and gentlemen, protect you peace.
Blessed are the peacemakers. (That's in the Book.)
