A love letter to the haters

You come into my house, firing your gun in the air like you’re some sort of cowboy.  You think that you’re going to scare me, that you’re going to disrupt what I’m doing.  But this is my house.  My rules. 
You can make noise but you can’t hurt me.  The laws of physics don’t apply here.  I control the limits of what happens.  You can fire your gun into the air but I have things set up so eventually you have to put the gun down on the table.  You don’t have any choice about that.  And what do I do with that gun I’ve forced you to put down?
I put it in your fucking mouth and I pull the fucking trigger.
You gave me that power.  You placed all your being into that stupid hater comment.  You can lie all you like but it doesn’t change the truth.  Everything that’s you is in there and now I can destroy you.  I can choose my method as well: I can spray your entrails all over the walls or I can simply erase you from existence. 
None of your protestations to the contrary matter.  None of your false bravado means anything.  You have declared to the world that you are utterly meaningless.  You have told everyone that you’re scared of me.  I have something you could never have.  I do things you could never conceive of doing.  You’re desperately jealous.  And desperately afraid.  It’s that fear and sense of inadequacy that makes you lash out.
You delude yourself that this tells the world how strong you are, how you’re above it all, how you’re keeping it real.  All you’ve really done is write in letters 100 feet high: “I’m scared.”  And for those who say it’s only the internet, it doesn’t count, I’m only doing it “for the lulz” – you’re partly right.
You don’t count.
You don’t count and you never will until you come to terms with some simple concepts like respect and basic human decency.  Without that, you’ll never be any more than a passing annoyance that’s instantly forgotten.  Treading in dogshit has a more lasting impact than your comments.  When I scrape the dogshit off, the smell lingers a while.  When I destroy you in comments, when I delete your comments, when I block you… you’re gone.  You cease to have any relevance.
At least the dogshit served a productive purpose once.
So I’ve got your number.  You’ve got nothing.  And I don’t care.  I don’t want you to change.  I don’t want you to apologise.  Because that would change nothing.  You still wouldn’t count for shit.  You can continue to delude yourself for your whole life as far as I’m concerned.  That won’t change the truth.  You desperately wish you had what I have.
And you’ll never have anything I want.
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8 responses to “A love letter to the haters

  1. Where are those mythical haters?

    We all have them lurking about.

  2. Simon

    I’d quote that if it wasnt so long, kudos though-very well written

  3. I wanted to part your lips and kiss them as I read that. Do you mind if I quote part of it in a future blog post sometime (quoting you of course). Favorite parts?

    “You come into my house, firing your gun in the air like you’re some sort of cowboy. You think that you’re going to scare me, that you’re going to disrupt what I’m doing. But this is my house. My rules. None of your false bravado means anything. You’re desperately jealous. And desperately afraid. It’s that fear and sense of inadequacy that makes you lash out. You delude yourself that this tells the world how strong you are, how you’re above it all, how you’re keeping it real. All you’ve really done is write in letters 100 feet high: “I’m scared.” And for those who say it’s only the internet, it doesn’t count, I’m only doing it “for the lulz” – you’re partly right. You don’t count. You don’t count and you never will until you come to terms with some simple concepts like respect and basic human decency. Without that, you’ll never be any more than a passing annoyance that’s instantly forgotten.”

    Beautifully written. Seriously, hats off to you. I CAN’T FUCKING STAND IT when people post stupid, worthless hater comments. It’s a petty and annoying pastime for only the weakest of the earth.

  4. Dude, you rule. That was awesome.

    Cheers from Canada.

  5. E0157H7

    Well said. The silent and casual wiping out (deletion) of the haters probably makes the point better. Ending them not with a bang but a whimper just says how insignificant their little pissing contest is. That’s not to say that the occasional entrails-spraying isn’t entertaining. Giving the pissing contestant a kidney stone can be great fun every once in a while. People think of the Internet as a fantastic shield and mask at the same time, allowing them to act just as much of a jackass as they please. They don’t realize that all of the venues out there aren’t Digg or /b, and that somebody runs them and pays attention. They can be squished as casually as the delete button can be pressed.

  6. Range: you reminded of the voice over from the movie “The Thin Red Line” that was also used in some dance track… “Who’s doing this to us?”

    Simon: feel free to quote your favourite parts to friends

    Funky: I’ve had some positive response but “part your lips and kiss them” takes the cake! Feel free to quote and embed the video wherever you like :)

    James: Just expressing what a lot of people feel, glad it matched your feelings too!

    E0157H7: You’re right about the silent assassin approach – it can be incredibly effective. Just making it clear to them they have no actual power is very rewarding.

  7. Megguqt

    I tip my hat to you, sir. Well said.

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