It took me 9 weeks to finally rid myself of my first real crazed fan and less than 1 week to get my first "hater fan". And while my crazed fan lived in another country, my hater lives here in Toronto and he hates. He didn't originally hate, I should note that, but me not responding to his nonstop messages was the switch that turned his admiration and compliments to hateful comments and bully-like manner. I'm not too sure weather I'm more concerned at the overdose of pictures of him in his army gear and guns on social media or the fact that he's a short drive from my house, regardless, I'm more annoyed than anything.
Haters are going to hate; there's a lot of unhappy people.
I don't know what brings a person to be so hateful to someone they have never ever met. I thought we all learned in high school that bullying wasn't cool. Don't people have a moral compass that says "hey, you're totally going off the map with that comment"...?!
Tonight was suppose to be a night of rest and relaxation but by the time my late night movie finished my patience with him finished. The credits of the movie started and then I started to get ready to leave. I put the leash on Balboa and off we headed to the police station. Not exactly how I wanted to spend my Saturday night.
My first crazed fan and my first hater fan, great. What other kinds of extreme fans could I possibly encounter now?! Don't answer that... that's a rhetorical question I rather not know the answer to.
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