I could let my blog continue in the same manner as the last two posts and allow for a person who dislikes me to be etched into cyberspace as an infamous, pathetic personality. But why? For cheap thrills at hitting back? For momentary satisfaction at hunting the hunter? Am I really going to let these actions define me? The answer is simple; NO.
I have been through a lot in the last year, most of which you all know about. However, people choose to take my downfall and turn it into opportunistic moments. It’s similar to having an illness that weakens your immune system and then watch opportunistic parasites attack you and attempt to decimate you. Now you can’t run away and hide, they will find you. But neither should you sink to their level as I did fleetingly today. No, you take an antibiotic and build up your immune system so that come tomorrow, you stand stronger and wiser in the face of oppression.
I’m no Chuck Norris. I cannot teach my dog to pick up it’s own droppings because I don’t take shit from anyone. I’m just a guy who enjoys writing anonymously. Who is growing older just like anyone else. Who has ups and downs, just like anyone else. Who lives, loves, laughs, cries. Just like… anyone else. I could use my blogging space to set the record straight and proudly say that I get a massively positive response and reveal my statistics to corroborate my claim.
I could publish pictures of my acceptance letters to universities in order to prove I have no reason to lie. I could publish my “under process” American visa status to explicitly state that life has been unfair to me recently. But life is too short to engage in such petty scuffles with cowards.
This blog is for me to express myself. Haters will always hate, just as dogs will always bark. The common factor between both is that they are inbred and I have no need to hide from them. I’m taking the high road today and If I stand alone tomorrow it’ll be because the Winner Stands Alone.
If I stand with friends tomorrow it will be because I am a blessed person. More often than not, I am undeserving of the brilliant people around me, but as long as they remain, I will cherish them with all that I have.
You have those posts where you get several likes and feel elated only to click on comments and read that “you’re a terrible writer” and other unnerving statements. My sanctuary is a public arena and I’ve been made to feel like a gladiator within my own Colosseum. However, I will write better, I will fight harder but I will do it on my own terms.
So if you feel the need to comment with baseless and down right rude statements, and are not brave enough to leave your name at the bottom, then for you, my inbred, insipid friend I pray. I pray that whatever you are struggling with. Whatever past failures you attribute to me. Whatever inferiority complex you have let fester within you leaves and you grow wiser with age. I pray for you white you strike me down.
Remember, if you make me a funambulist, someone, somewhere will return the favour. Except rather than climbing back up like I did, you might just perish to the bottomless depths of despair. Save yourself while you still have time.
Goodbye and Good-luck .
