"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not."

Shauna Shahangian

Yes. For all you Nirvana fans out there, that is a quote by Kurt Cobain. If you do not know who Nirvana is, you should probably stop reading now. Seriously, because if you don't know this band, you likely only listen to what is currently on the radio, which, to put it simply, is mostly meaningless lyrics put to a catchy tune pretending to be art. And if that is your idea of music, the rest of this blog will likely not appeal to you, so here's your chance. I'm giving you a clear way to navigate away from this page relatively unscathed. Just click on that red "x" in the corner of your screen and continue on with your day.

Still here? Ok. Don't say I didn't warn you. 

By now you're likely wondering what I could possibly say in this blog that would cause me to open it with a warning. Truly, it is not all that disturbing. I am going to do what most people in the Johns Creek area have no trouble doing. I am going to talk about myself. I am not, however, going to put you through 500 words of me complaining about how I haven't had a manicure in two whole weeks or how I got my BMW taken away for spending $500 on a pair of shoes. Why? Because a) neither of those things apply to me and b) those are what I like to call Johns Creek problems. You know, the issues that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things? And when I hear people complaining about such trivial matters I honestly just want to say, "You know, I don't know how you do it. You deal with so much. Manicures are absolutely essential. Who cares about those starving kids in Africa? You're the one with the real problems here." Unfortunately, my sarcasm laced words are unlikely to even make a dent in the sheltered bubble teens are living in. So there's my first issue with people: lack of empathy and selfishness.

So if you haven't figured it out by now, this is indeed just me ranting about things people do that irritate me, and that might make me sound mean, but honestly, I'm not. I am frustrated by narcissists, but I am not cruel. I am a perfectionist, but I don't expect much from people. I am happiest when helping people out, but I need time to just chill by myself to remember how small I am in this world. I am sarcastic, annoyed by shallowness, blunt, empathetic, and I do not at all tolerate ignorance. Take it, or leave it. I do not expect everyone to like me, and I will never pretend to be something I'm not in order for them to. Because in the end, "I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not."