Don’t hate the player

 I’ve had so many haters before I was disabled and after. Haters have been friends, teachers and family. One time I was standing in a hallway and a theater teacher of mine came rushing out of her office with good news and literally turned away from me. How rude? I’ve had a cousin post another person in black face on Facebook. It was during the time when there was a black face scandal for politicians and Megyn Kelly was fired. When I confronted my cousin about it, he was extremely nonchalant. I should mention that I’m biracial and the family I’m most familiar with is white. A complete mind f*#$.

The point is, you can’t let people bring you down. Where does the need to be a hater come from? I do a whole lot of thinking and I don’t have a sensical answer.

I’m extremely sensitive about the way I talk and I’m laughed at often. I can’t help the way I talk. It is what it is. I’ve also been laughed at for my disability. I’ve also had it rubbed in my face that I’m disabled. I’m obviously disabled and will be disabled in the future. I can’t hide it. The need to spew hate is unreal.