Haters.  Sigh.

First off, I’m that person who you either really like or you really don’t.

I dare to be different.  But not just for the sake of difference, but because I am most at peace when I embrace my own convictions.  I march to the beat of my own drum.

I’ve attempted to exist otherwise, and I didn’t quite like it.  Nope.  Didn’t like it at all.

Let me just say that I am a card carrying member, advocate, and supporter of I LOVE MY HATERS, Inc.  The wicked displacement of comfort that haters experience when I sashay (I can’t help it, my thighs are big) into a room, across a room, or out of a room with a sweet air of I-don’t-care usually doesn’t affect me in any way other than to bring a knowing smile to my beautifully shaped, MAC painted lips.

But I think the true disappointment comes when a HATER masquerades behind the friend mask.

A good friend of mine once said that those who are your biggest supporters in the beginning often become your biggest haters in the end and vice versa.

This caused me think about the #TeamNancy members who have travelled through my circle, and I decided that her assessment held merit.

It is often remarked by those who’ve known me for years that I have not changed.  Grown, yes, but I am basically the same person.  So I conclude that either they never really liked me from the beginning and only hung around to take notes on how to be awesome, or they found themselves beginning to like me so much that they didn’t know what to do.  Either way, let’s call them fans 🙂

The reality is:  When my life started to suck less and less and look better and better, a few ‘friends’ fell away more and more.

I accept full responsibility for this.  I have not always carefully chosen my friends.  I pretty much chose those who chose me or those who I thought could use a good friend.  And if I’m honest, I saw the subtle and not-so-subtle changes in attitude–the red flags, but I ignored them, hoping for the best.  #Naivety  #Denial

Sigh.

It’s always sad when a person”flips the script” from being a ‘friend’ to a sour, passively aggressive, mealy-mouthed cud-chewer whose smile dims more and more as the smiles of others brighten.  Poor thing.

#PeopleAreNotPermanent

This has been a hard lesson for me to learn because once I take someone into my heart, they then possess the power to injure me.  And sadly some of my fans wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to do so if you gave them $200 and let them pass GO.  However, I’ve since learned that people come in and out of your life and very few stay for the long haul.

So, no Nancy, you can’t go around handing out space in your heart all willy nilly, Love..

#Boundaries

..Because not everyone deserves it.

The energetic, always-happy-for-you, shoulder-you-cried-on, fluffy-saddie-now-winning-and-wishing-you-the-best-just-not-the-best-of-me friend gets off here.  Prenez Soin.

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#ImWrite