For the longest time I’ve had hang ups over label and what groups of people I should associtate with and which ones I shouldn’t associate with.  But slowly I’ve come to the realization that it doesn’t matter anymore.  There are dozens upon dozens of reasons that people could potentially hate me.  I don’t need to concern myself with how the world percieves me.  I just need to put my best foot forward and continue on my way.


So for the fun of it I’ll list reasons why people could hate me and why it would be wrong if they hated me for such reasons (in order from most important/obvious to least important/obvious).

1. I’m black. It’s the most obvious thing about me.  My skin is a medium brown color.  That’s nothing new.  Yet racism is still very evident in this country.  White supremacy groups still exist.  The KKK still runs in various states.  I remember when I was in girl scouts, we went camping in Indiana and the group leader needed someone to go out and get some milk and other supplies so they asked my mother.  And my mother would not go out there because she was well aware that the Klan was very open in that area of Indiana.

Race is about the most incomprehensible reason to hate someone.  But yet people attempt to justify it.  (Racism also goes the other way too.  There are far too many black people who are racists towards white people, mexicans, etc.)

2. I’m female. I don’t completely understand sexism.  Just because you were/might have been wronged by one woman doesn’t mean that all women will wrong you or that all women are the same.

3. I’m a non-Christian. In a predominately “Christian” country (I’ll use Christian loosely because there are a lot of people in the US who clearly claim the title of Christian but really aren’t), there are some who might look down on me and hate me for not being of their belief system.  But there’s reasoning behind it.  I don’t take too kindly to the fire and brimstone style of preaching.  I don’t take to kindly to blatant hypocrisy within one’s beliefs.  Also, I’m very confused by a lot of Christian belief.  And I have a slight fear of God.  Not fear as in reverance, but fear as in afraid.

4. I’m a young adult. I don’t know why but being a teenager and young adult usually equates to immaturity in people’s minds.  And I’ll admit…I can be immature.  I love cartoons.  I’m a bit childish at times.  But that doesn’t equate to being completely and totally immature.  I realize I have my issue that I have to work on in regards to “growing up”.  But my age isn’t something that I should or need to be judged on.

5. I’m an otaku. Not in the sense that the word means in Japan.  But I’m a fan of Japanese animation (anime for short).  As much as I think the animation for such shows are terrible (it’s an unfortunate side effect of going to school for animation; I’ve become a bit critical of the animations I watch), I like the characters, themes, shows, etc.  I like the subculture for anime fans.  The conventions, artwork, costuming.  It’s a world of art and artists.  Some people put anime in the camps of either “too childish” (for example Pokemon, Digimon, Yugioh, Bakugan, Beyblade) or “pornography/too adult” (not sure what titles can fit in here as I haven’t watched any pornographic animes; maybe “ecchi” types like Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-Chan…don’t look that up if you’re really uncomfortable with violence and blood, High School of the Dead, etc.).

I don’t deserve to be told what shows I like to watch and what kind of person I am because I like some of the shows Japan puts out.  I like Miyazaki’s films.  And Satoshi Kon’s (rest in peace) psychological works.  I like shows based upon what sort of content they have, not just because it’s from Japan.  Also I don’t assume to know the Japanese language or anything about the culture.  I pick up words and phrases, but I’m not stupid enough to use them without the context to use them in.

6. I’m a furry. The same as above.  The furry fandom is a fandom that often has very negative connotations based on the actions of a few.  But don’t lump me in with everyone else.  I’m my own person.  I love drawing animals (anthropomorphic or not).  I’ve grown a love for the craft of making animal costumes (though I don’t like wearing them nearly so much).  Learn to look past the stereotypes and negatives and you’ll see a group of people with a respect for art.  I won’t deny that the negatives are there.  But I do deny that everyone is like that.

7. I’m a therian. And this is something that I used to be so uncomfortable writing about.  Sometimes I still feel uncomfortable about it.  It’s a subject that’s foreign to most people and people tend to hate or fear things that they don’t understand rather than listen and have civil conversations with people who feel differently and learn about why they are the way they are.

8. I’m overweight. It’s probably the third most obvious thing, but it’s probably the most ludicrous reason to hate someone that I can think of.  I recognize the reasons why I’m overweight and I know I need to work on such things before tackling the issue of weight.  My self-esteem is terrible, I have a possible addiction to anything sweet (almost anything sweet; I do need savory foods to balance things out), I eat the wrong things, and I use food as a substitute for boredom.  Telling people that they’re fat is only stating the obvious.  Spewing hateful things towards overweight people don’t really motivate most of them to lose weight (it might for some…it would depress me even further).  Learn what happened in a person’s life that would cause them to get to that point and gently help them if they so desire the help.  If not, let them be.

Of course there’s other reasons for people to hate me.  These are probably the most “obvious” ones or the ones that affect me most in life.  I haven’t experienced hatred in all these areas (yet).  But for those who have felt such hate, they have to have felt so much pain from it.  And for those who dealt painful words to others, what basis were those words coming from?  Why did you feel the need to tell someone how much you hate who they are, what they like, what they look like, etc.?  And if you were wrong about who they were as a person, did you retract your statements or apologize?  Or did you continue to insist that they had to be the stereotype because you thought they were?