I can’t stop thinking about how high school students make absolutely no sense. Primarily, about how when people “hate” someone, they become completely infatuated in that other person. There is nothing more confusing to me than people who are obsessed with hating another person. I thought the point of hating someone was to not even be bothered with the thought of them. Do you see me walking around scheming up ways to ruin the lives of those nasty girls I used to eat lunch with?Or talking about how much I hate their clothes? Or bothering with them at all? No! Because I don’t waste my time on people I don’t like, and neither should you.
It’s not always that people behave this way, but it’s so frequent that I had to say something about it. Why does it happen? Why do people spend time even thinking about those who really bother them? There’s no point. I can guarantee you, they aren’t thinking about you half as much.
For example, last Saturday night, during some boot-legged talent show at which my amazing improv troupe, Just Wing It, preformed, these two girls, who I had quite honestly forgotten existed, were incessantly bitching about me attending a party that evening. Like come on. Really? You don’t have anything better to do? What do people think is gonna happen when they complain about others? That magically they’re going to disappear? We all far too educated for such stupidity. The fact of the matter is that you’re wasting your breath when obsessing over people you hate. But hey, maybe some people get off on that.
And here’s some insider information: people almost always find out when you’re talking about them. That includes the good, the bad and the ugly. They find out and sometimes they’ll confront you in person, sometimes via text and sometimes on their blog. I guess it depends on what mood I’m- oh I mean, they’re in.
Or another instance is literally always when my ex-boyfriend terrorizes me for sport. What. The. Frick. He will legitimately make a game out of making me uncomfortable. He’s not the only one. I see people do it all the time. They purposely go and engage others who they know don’t want to be bothered with them. It’s like some twisted cry for help. Well here’s your help: leave people who don’t like you alone. Odds are you don’t like them either, so stop wasting everyone’s time. And for the love of god, take a hint.
I think the best example of this insanity is how back in middle school, we would sit around for hours and just talk about the same thing, usually a person we all “hated” (but were just secretly jealous of), and bash them. Over and over and over. Just reiterating the same point until we got hungry or had to go home. We never had to stop because we got tired. We didn’t get tired, it was invigorating. Like talking poorly about someone else made us feel better.
If that isn’t pathetic, I don’t know what is. But seventh grade girls acting that way, relying on the collective put down of another isn’t nearly as pitiful as watching high school upperclassmen behave in an identical manner. Obsessing over someone you claim to despise is transparent. It’s silly, pointless and above all else, sad. So let it go. Do it for yourself, and for all the people you hate.
Until next time,