To the girl who claims to hate me,
Hi. My name is Alexa. I'm a sophomore in college majoring in Psychology with a minor in Communications. My birthday is on September 21st, which means I just turned the big one-nine…happy day. I consider dancing to be my “thing” (only hip-hop though… I am not a delicate butterfly who does ballet). I'm from New Jersey, but no; I am not like the cast on the Jersey Shore. I live with my mom and her boyfriend who genuinely mean the world to me. I have no pets, although I have an unhealthy love for dogs. Fashion is a huge part of who I am and I think it is safe to say I love it just as much as any fashion major does. However, my heart lies with Psychology. My goal is to become a therapist for adolescents one day and hopefully along the way I’ll figure out how my own damn mind works because there is definitely a hell of a lot going on up there. I like to think of myself as a kind and loyal person who tends to laugh at her own jokes because, I mean, someone has to. I love to love people and to simply get to know any human being who I am lucky enough to come across. I try not to step on any toes and I would never intentionally hurt anyone or anything except maybe a bee because they sting..ya know? I thought I would start by introducing myself because let's be honest, you don't know a single thing about me. Yet, you talk a big game.
I'm writing this to show you we are not much different. Honestly, we are probably the same in a lot of ways, but here's one difference....you hate me and I feel nothing towards you. I don't mean that in a harsh way, but rather in a way that states the obvious. I don't know you enough to like you, and I sure don't know you enough to hate you. Frankly, you're just a passing face to me, but you're a passing face that never fails to give me the evil eye. I used to be like you. I used the word “hate” as if I had the right to do so. As if whom I was talking about wasn’t a human being that has hurt, loved, and lost. I used the word “hate” because it was easier than admitting I didn’t have enough confidence to look at myself without comparison. I used the word “hate” out of intimidation and thinking I wasn’t good enough. Maybe this is why you hate me, or worse, maybe you believe you really do hate me. But please, shake my hand and introduce yourself face-to-face before you go and decide.
I think we all need a reality check sometimes. Of course, myself included. We forget that each one of us has a past. We forget that we should show empathy and sympathy for human beings because it is as simple as that…we are human. So, to the girl who claims to hate me, I am human. I am trying to get by just as much as you are, but you’re making It a little difficult for you and me both. You may think that by hating me you’re dragging me down, but you’re the one holding it. Aren’t you tired of perfecting your death stare? Aren’t you tired of saying my name?
I’m sorry that you hate me, but I’m even more sorry that you don’t have a reason. Let it go, girlfriend. Confident women don’t hate.
Sincerely,
The girl you think you know
