It wasn’t until I moved to Milpitas in the 6th grade when my spiteful attitude towards people developed. It’s safe to say that the series of crappy events led to my thicker skin and perhaps some lingering complexes. Besides that, I’ve grown comfortable and I learned to embrace myself. I found areas where I am strong and I am able to bring those forward and magnify them to overshadow my weaknesses.
Gospel aside, my lack of a fan-base only encourages me to embrace myself more. Plus, I know for a damn fact that the people who have beef with me are far beyond insecure with themselves to place themselves on high school behavioral level. Basically, I’m used to it, I don’t care, the people that do stick around think I’m pretty dope, and the people who hate, well, I’m rough around the edges, what can I expect? I’m hit or miss, but I’m not a prostitute who sells himself out for the love of the crowd. Lately, I’ve been running into a bunch of those. I do, however, thank the punks who demeaned me over the years—it only pushes me to grow above and beyond that pettiness. You know what I mean? Plus, I scored the coolest chick ever who has a good sense of judgement.
That’s all. I had a booger I had to pick out of my nose. There it is, ya’ll.