I know it’s popular for white people to say haters aren’t real because it’s an excuse to laugh at black people without being called racist (as in who would envy them), but they’re actually right this time. Haters, human-shaped balls of spite, envy, bitterness, jealousy and of course, hatred, are completely real.
What are haters?
Who hate anyone who isn’t them.
Who hate success.
Who hate happiness.
Who hate accomplishment.
Who hate intelligence.
Who hate all that is good –
In anyone who isn’t them.
Their only recourse and remedy is that phrase “misery loves company”.
They are the toxic people, the emotional vampires, the borderlines sucking away your identity and copying every little thing you do and like. The witches (olden days), the weirdos. They’re like a curse. Except they’re real. And they will bring you down, if you keep them around, because they must bring you down to like themselves. It’s all about them. They’re incapable of finer feeling. They’re parasitical.
Not to be confused with – valid disapproval.
Which is founded on logic. Impersonal. Principled. Objective. Concrete. Also applies to them.