The Hater Epidemic

Yesterday, I signed onto facebook and the first status I see is this:

If you're grown I'm [going to] need you to take the term "hater" out of your serious vocab. Joking with friends is cool, but if you're serious and every other status has "hater" in it you need to grow up and focus on more important things, like what YOU are doing with your adult life.

If you aren't grown, disregard this message ...and continue with your day. Lol

 I couldn't agree any more. It's like she took the thoughts right out of my head. I really thought I was the only who felt that way.

For a while now I've  been wondering why the use of the term "hater" has been so prevalent. Seriously, why are people so concerned about their "haters?" And why are they a topic of discussion if they're hating on you? The whole topic just seems so elementary to me.

One Way Ticket

Alright, I started the first half of this entry the day after I had this convo, but didn't finish it until 2 weeks or so later, so please excuse the choppiness.


My friend, MIH, texts me and asks, “Hey Pearl, can you take me to the airport after you get off work?”

“Sure,” I reply.

After I get off work, I drive over to where he is, pick him up, then make a pit stop to my place, where more of his stuff is stored. I’m tired after my 8 hour shift at work. It’s a little past midnight. I sit and watch as he repacks/reorganizes and we talk.

“MIH, how much was your ticket,” I ask.

“Uhh, $150*. I actually just bought it while I was at ____’s house just now,” he answers.

“WTF? $150? Only? How? No fair,” I say in jealousy.

“Umm, yeah, I bought a one-way ticket.”

I’m wide awake now. “What? A one-way ticket? Why? How are you getting home? When are you coming home?” I’m bewildered. I’ve never known anyone to seriously buy a one-way ticket-- a cross country, 3000 mile, west to east coast one-way ticket.

My First.. Blog

I’ve been meaning to start my blog for months. So, today, amidst a lazy summer day and the sudden urge not to go to my summer class, I began to write.

This is a mere intro for what I hope is to come.

Enjoy :)


This is my last year of college before life starts-- I mean really starts. Not to say that I haven’t been living. I’ve had a good run here in San Diego— but I say life is starting to mean there will be no more protection from the institution that is the university, no more buffer to put a wedge between college and the real world, no more splashing in the kiddie pool—it’ll be a full on dive into the deep end. *gulp*

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