I love it when people hate me.
I seem to thrive from the harsh words of others. I love it when someone hates me for just being me. I tend to be loud, and act out of the norm alot. Because this seems to be what gets them upset.
Example: Last year in school, there was this one girl who i knew couldnt stand me since the first time i looked in her direction. She would always talk about me behind my back (little comments like fat ass, lesbian w****,) it was always so plesant for me. It was like every time i smiled she got a little more pissed off. Everytime i answered a question in class she would glare daggers at me.
Once i was talking to one of the teachers aids because she saw me in a fabric store. The aid asked me if i could sew, and I told her yes and right when i said that the girl whipped around in her chair almost knocking the desk over just so she could yell "SO!" and glare at me. At that moment i felt so happy and I didn't know why.
I constantly try to keep an extremely high opinion of myself just because it seems to make others mad. I dont know why or if other people are like this too but I dont seem to be able to help myself. It just seems so easy to irritate someone with just a smile.