One of my Darlings called me the other day to rant about her youth life. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but is teenage life ever that? Sadly, there are a few haters in her school that are giving her a hard time. My MaMa Bear instinct kicked in and I wanted to go down there and kick all those biatches azzes! Excuse the language. When I need to throw down, the ignorant girl in me comes out.
I sit and listen. I can’t get riled up and make the situation worse. Adults are supposed to be calm and filled with reason right? Where the heck is my manual on being an adult?! I try being the “cool” aunt. I listen. I try to relate. I did let a couple of swear words slip out. Real mature. I know.
I have the same advice for her as I do with anyone dealing with haters who try to bring them down. FuKc them. Don’t bother with foolishness. Surround yourself with only positive solid people. Why waste your friendship, kindness, jokes, secrets, and positive energy on people who don’t appreciate it, hate you for it or use you. They never go away. You’ll have them at school. At work. At the gym. At the club. At the park. At your kid’s activities. Your doing well in life and the Hater hates that. Don’t get sucked into their b.s.
With expulsion for bullying in high school these days, on paper it looks like it would not be tolerated. Sadly, there are too many stories out there about cyber-bullying, groups being formed just to hate (which forms a mob mentality, which is never a good thing when used for negative assembly), swarmings, and guns. Maybe it’s just the parent in me, but I fear for them. When she told me about this, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Do we go to her principal? Do I tell her parents? Do we call the girl’s parents? Do I go kick this b!4Tch’2 a$$?
It’s a fine line sometimes. Some people need to be put in their place. Who do they think they are running their mouths like they know your business. You keep turning the other cheek, but you’re starting to get beat up with each insulting blow. But, when you see people getting jumped over some ‘look’ of disrespect or being shot because you bumped someone without saying sorry, who knows what should be done. They might be carrying a gun or are a bunch of cowards who fight 10 against 1.
How fights were handled were different in my brother’s time in high school. My days they started using the buzz words of ‘swarmings’. Now, with the several young people being shot dead this last summer it makes me fear the worst. Has the suburbs made me ‘soft’ or ‘smart’?
I’ve seen my share of people getting jumped, bad people, and the like in my younger days. All I know is I don’t business with them people no more. I left the drama. I cut off people who talk $hit behind my back, but friend me up to my face. I’m married with children living in the suburbs. I don’t have time for that b.s.
No more drama.
note: check out comedian Katt William’s Pimp Chronicles Part I and II. Love his bit about haters and taking care of your star player (YOU!). His stuff is a bit raw for sensitive ears, but his message is real.