Ruminating On: Why You Should Hate Me

I’m more apt to ask why someone likes me or the things I do instead of wondering why they don’t like me. Usually someone’s distaste for me is rather clear. And mostly, I tend to agree with them. I’m foul-mouthed, brutally honest, and rather offensive to soft-minded individuals who throw stones in glass houses. But the qualities I possess that get under these peoples’ skin are the same qualities that I value in myself. I will not lie to you based on whether or not I will shatter the precious little bubble that surrounds your fragile ego. If you ask me how I feel about something, I will give you my honest opinion. If you cannot handle another person’s views, do not ask for them. Nothing is gained by perpetuating falsities. Sure, I can tell you you’re the bee’s knees, but if you’re actually the monkey’s asshole, me lying to you isn’t going to help either of us. Then again, if you actually are the greatest thing since sliced bread, I will be sure to let you know. Believe this: I will not smile to your face then spit at you behind your back. If I like you, I like you. Hating you is pointless, a pure waste of my time. That amount of fuck I do not give.

As far as those of you who I offend, here’s a quote from Stephen Fry:

“It’s now very common to hear people say, ‘I’m rather offended by that.’ As if that gives them certain rights. It’s actually nothing more… than a whine. ‘I find that offensive.’ It has no meaning; it has no purpose; it has no reason to be respected as a phrase. ‘I am offended by that.’ Well, so fucking what.”

I don’t buy into racism, sexism, politics, religion, or any other group mindset (notice I left out spirituality). So go ahead and hate me for these things. But remember this. I gave you the reason, and therefor own your dislike of me.

E.

(Note: This post is dedicated to You Know Who You Are)