How much time do you spend on those who don't give a damn one way or another? Whether you work with them, or just have to talk to them from time to time, how does it make you feel when you are someone who truly cares about others and you are faced with someone who hates that sort of thing? Haters don't tip me in the restaurant. Haters spread animosity and ill feelings in an otherwise cheerful room. Haters gossip, judge others, and are epically rude. How to deal? In my Saira fashion I keep my wit sharp, and I slice off my words that are tactful and appropriate. I speak with more edge in my voice. I refuse to lower myself to their morals and their lack of decency. I have spent years of my life surrounded by negativity. I had to come up for air and grasp at any straw that held a supportive, uplifting vibe from it. People who are unhappy with others are really unhappy with themselves, so I want to be compassionate and caring toward them instinctively, but I have done this too long. All it does it get me hurt. Haters don't respond to kindness unless it kills them. All I have is one Saira, one self, and she has to survive. So I am looking out for me; of course I am. And you should do the same. We can find ways to be nice and continue the hard fight, but we need to dispel toxic people and compel ourselves to put our voices out there so they are louder and more prominent. Just like I don't stand for terrorists who paint themselves as Muslims, I don't stand for fellow people who try to be good people but treat others poorly.
I will feel a pang of pain when I am left with a zero tip. I will cry quietly to myself when someone puts me in my place. But I will persevere. And one day soon when I have the strength I will counter the behavior with my words of steel.
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