There are people in my life who seem very confident in how much of an affect they have on me. I can only imagine their disappointment when they realize, as they always do, that I’m not remotely phased.
Disliking me because of my wardrobe, success, or wit is pitiful and not worth my time. Melodrama and silly messages are a poor waste of time, and negativity is never welcome.
The word “hate” is used with such vigor in my generation that I’m not sure people really appreciate it anymore.