Generally, in both real life and Second Life, I don’t have many haters.
Oh, I’ve had plenty of people that I used to count as friends, but turned out to be merely passing acquaintances at best. Or worse, turned into people that I wanted nothing to do with.
I’m pleased to say that I’ve met a lot of wonderful and inspiring people, some of whom I’ve kept in touch with on-off for several decades. And a few of those have stood by me through some of the roughest times in my life.
A few people dropped off the map entirely, and I sometimes wonder what became of them.
But the haters that I’m aware of can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
The reasons for their hatred? Damned if I know, or care.
I certainly don’t go out of my way to antagonise, and I keep my anger and disgust to myself.
I did snark a fair bit when I was younger, but I learnt that while that can be satisfying to the ego, it tends to leads to more aggravation down the track.
And I also learnt to spot attempts to wind me up or get an outburst from me.
As a rule, I hold my tongue a LOT. Thankfully, I have a private journal to stick those thoughts into, so they’re less likely to fester inside my head.
Of course, I’ve made some mistakes over the years, and learnt from them. That’s the key, you see—not repeating the same error again.
I’m not going to dignify my haters by naming them here. That would be giving them more fuel for their hatred, you see.
I’ve figured out that the best response to them is to sail on serenely, and leave them in my wake.
I’m not going to dwell on what they may say about me privately, or publicly.
I’m going to carry on growing and showing the world how awesome I am. With the support of my friends, my family, and my mentors.
To borrow from a signature I saw long ago, back in the days of Usenet,
flames > /dev/null. (That’s a little bit of Unix humour, btw.)