I once made a huge, tiny mistake. I insulted The Notebook in a blog I wrote about love.
Boy, did I hear it from some dedicated fans. However, I stand by my critique. It’s a stupid movie. And it celebrates infidelity. So there you go, fangirls. You love cheaters as long as they are good-looking.
I look forward to the oncoming comment section and death threats.
I can take the hatred now.
There was a point in my life where I would try to address anyone who disagreed with me and find common ground. With really hard-headed people who loved to argue, it would usually mean I’d end up agreeing to their views in some way.
I’m not unmoved by anything nowadays, but time has made me a little more calloused. Also working in the service industry for a few years will toughen you up. I can now disagree with people and move on with my life. That alone is massively beneficial to getting anything done.
The truth is, there is a very small number of people we should allow to speak into our lives. In a social media age, we can literally hear from thousands in a week. And there are a lot of dumb people in the world who don’t deserve your energy. I pity the people who dive into comment sections and debate strangers every single day. It’s a constant outpouring of effort which will end up leaving you empty.
I can’t say negative feedback doesn’t bother me at all, but I’m glad I didn’t write a book when I was 22. I would have hunted down my critics and engaged in a five-hour conversation to figure out how we can see eye-to-eye. I’d probably have bought them dinner, too.
Choose wisely who you let have a voice in your life. Some people hate on others for sport. It’s a sign of insecurity. We have to shake it off and move on or we’ll never get anything done.
In closing, I just want to remind everyone that The Notebook is a terrible movie. And Love Actually is even worse.