Okay, so I was browsing around Wattpad today trying to discover my own gems to read, but for some reason I ended up at a really popular author’s story. It was a rated R one, not going to mention the name anymore. Anyways, while streaming through the comments, not a single Wattpad Ambassador came to cut the fight. Why is that? I mean, it could’ve been stopped right away. I remember when I got into a “defensive” line with one of my haters, within a few minutes, the Wattpad police came and the hater said “sorry” and that was it. End of story.
To be honest, whenever I get hate mail, I just yawn and click delete, oooooor I usually just say “Thanks” and move on. My blood doesn’t boil like it used to back when I was new in the writing world. I mean, people will always generate hate no matter what you do. You do something good? Some people will hate on you. You do something bad? Some people will STILL hate on you.
What can I say? Haters are always gonna hate.
When I find something really bad, I just click the X button. No reason to linger, you know. The more you linger, the more frustrated you’ll be. You’ll start comparing his/her works against yours like why does this sucky novel have a million reads and I don’t?? Why does she have a million fans and I don’t?? Then the next thing you know, you’ve already posted a hate message on her wall and you felt GOOD about it. (sigh) I guess some people just love hating.
Bunch of wackadoodles, I swear.
Anyhoo, back to that story. So I’ve read the comments from the author herself saying how she grew up in a place where it’s not the typical sweet neighborhood. After reading through her side and a bunch of other commenters who agree that not all neighborhoods are the same, I had to agree with them.
I, myself, grew up in a neighborhood where shit was always happening. It’s a bit of a ghetto neighborhood, but I survived. I’ve known people who smoked, drank and did all sorts of illegal activities and these people were around me while I was growing up. I’ve read some comments around forums, saying once you did some bad stuff at an early age, your life will never be pretty. Like for example, having sex or you got knocked up at an early age of, let’s say 14 or 15. Or drinking alcohol at the tender age of 10. They said that once you did some of these things, you just threw your life outside the window.
Um, squeeze me? But I have to disagree.
I have a friend who got molested at a very young age and none of us KNEW about it. We only found out about a year ago when she confessed this on her facebook page and it was really heroic of her to do that. It takes a LOT of guts, and I salute her for that. I grew up with her and I saw how bubbly she was. I know she parties, she drinks (and smokes) and she was a vocalist in a band. She models part time and just graduated with a degree in Engineering. I guess repressed memories helped her go through that, you know? There are so many people out there who grew up with bad childhood memories yet they still stand today.
I admit, I accidentally stumbled upon my Dad’s porn magazines back when I was 10, I think? It was quite horrifying for me, to be honest. And when I was 14, my brother and I found a VHS tape, thinking it was one of our cartoons and OMG I thought I was scarred for life! But then again, my Mom never kept anything from me. Like, you know, the birds and the bees talk? Yeah, she would constantly ground me with words of wisdom about having sex at a very young age. And believe me, it was surely glued to my head and I thanked her for it. My friends from high school and college constantly hung out with boys, smoked cigarettes and partied almost every night of the week but I didn’t get wasted just because they did. It’s a poor excuse.
Monkey see, monkey do.
I think nowadays, with this generation, parents should not be afraid to talk about sex with their children. I think the more we expose them to the harsh reality of sex, drugs and alcohol, then maybe, just maybe we could make a difference. There are so many girls who are having sex at such a young age and I feel really sorry for them. Most of these girls (I’ve read online), come from really good families and sometimes daughters of preachers, pastors, etc. It’s sad, really. For me, if they can’t keep their legs closed then please, for the love of GOD, tell them ways on how to protect themselves. That’s all you can do. But constantly reminding is the key. It worked for me, who knows it’ll work for you, too.
Sorry, I just wanted to express my thoughts on this topic. It’s very serious and sensitive but I had to get it out of my chest because I hate people who judge just because you made mistakes as a kid and they think just because you made some mistakes in life, you will be burned in hell for all eternity.
Yeah, right.
That leads us now to the next topic. Practice what you preach. Those who preach about God in front of you, but then once you turn around, they talk shit behind your back. Like, seriously? I hate people who hide behind Jesus and God, using their names, saying they’re the ones who’ll be saved. Bitch, please. You’ll probably be the first one in line to hell. I may not be at church every week (Thanks to my weekend scheds) but I do love Jesus. I do love God and I always keep them in my heart and in the center of our relationship. He’s the one who keeps my marriage strong. My faith is strong when I think of them.
So please, stop with your fucking hollier-than-thou attitude. Stop acting like you’ve never sinned before, because we ALL sin.
Rant, over and out.
(salutes)
Xoxo Katie
