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A few weeks ago, one the greatest things to happen to the bay area since the San Francisco Giants won their third World Series in 6 years... The Golden State Warriors won the NBAFinals after 40years since their last win!
It was amazing! My hubby is a huge fan and the Warriors are a part of our origin story... 8 years ago was the beginning of the "We believe" era and 8 years I began to watch sports center or listen carefully to the news when they would talk about the Warriors so that I could have something to talk about with the cute guy that sat behind me in my classes...
I let him know from the get that I wasn't a basketball fan, well more that I never had a love for a team or the game as I did for the love of baseball and the Giants... He said something to the effect of... "You'll go to a game with me and you'll change your mind..."
After a few months of dating he bought us season opener game tickets and no I didn't fall in love with basketball but I did fall in love with one particular fan, my husband!
And I became enamored with the surrounding fans, the way they talked about the history of the team, the close calls, the many seasons of defeat, the players, (players I'd never heard of... Only basketball players I knew was Mike and that was because of a cartoon movie, Space Jam... And the other was Kobe because of an interview he did with MTV's Diary and I remember thinking "Barf, get over yourself...")
It became tradition, we would attend every season opener since then, with games in between, some seasons they made it to the playoffs and some not close at all.
But in the last three years we began to notice "new" fans, in the same way people that never wore the glorious black and orange, (SF Giants bandwagons, cough-cough) my hubby began to notice that conversations with fans sitting next to us, had no idea of the history and some of the turmoil the "original" fans had gone through.
When the new owner got booed I remember being annoyed, me annoyed surprise! But back to my point, loyal and die hard fans had their boos ready to go because the new owner had just made a trade that the majority did not like and a whole row behind us kept on asking why were people booing... Mind you these "fans" were decked out in all warriors gear???
Forgive me because I don't know all the bi-laws of the sport loving handbook. But I guarantee you that k owing the basics is a must especially if you're going to be offended when someone calls you a "bandwagon"
Which brings me to my point- I know why I don't like bandwagons because I can't stand people that follow the crowd, or do what everyone else is doing to be cool or are simply fake! What I don't understand about myself just yet is why fakers bother me so much!
I wrote a short FB post:
Rolling my eyes so hard... I think I just saw my brain!
#Bandwagons #TheFakersGonnaFakeFakeFakeFakeFake #EnoughSaid
PS. I'm not sure why it bothers me so much... It just does...
And my new cousin in law argued a very philosophical point, "which is worse a faker or a hater?"
My reply:
"Neither... But if I had to choose between those two evils...
Let's see, a faker is faker because they don't know themselves well enough to know their own dislikes and likes, thus they follow and do whatever is deemed cool at the time...
Now a hater, hates because they're unhappy with they're lives or are insecure with their life choices, that they just hate on anything they wish they could be doing or wish they had done...
So between those two evils, I guess the lesser evil would be the hater cause at least they can own their "hatership" if you will, by putting it out there...
THUS, this blog post... As I began writing I realized that my cousin in law's question also summons the most philosophical question of them all... Which came first the chicken or the egg?
And I'm being serious, what came first, the hater or the faker? Because the faker can be a hater and the hater can be faker...
A faker doesn't know themselves thus they copy and pretend to be something they're not but in the same respect they can hate on people that they're trying to emulate and vice versa - a hater will hate on something and then the next day will be doing, saying and/or wearing the very same thing they were hating on, which in return makes them a faker...
What I've learned is to let your haters be your motivators and what I can't seem to let go of, YET, is the faker...
And changing your taste and being duplicitous are two very different things...
I am nailing it down... I can't trust people that are disingenuous because I can't trust your motivations when you feign interest, worry or concerns...etc And if I can't believe your tastes, if I can't believe your feelings, if I can't believe your words then I simply can't believe in anything you do or say... And I mean, Can't in its literal definition - I am literally not capable of it... Thus my need to point out when fakers are annoying the shit outta me, like posting Warriors sh*t, or becoming a bandwagoner.
Maybe it's my upbringing, my family doesn't do fake or put on a smile- if we like each other we like each other - if we don't, we just don't. Or maybe the friends that I've grown up with, we don't hold sh*t back and those that have or where I began to hold sh*t - I dismissed them or they dismissed me - because I was being toxic or they were being toxic to me.
I just have more respect for the person who can own their sh*t, like "Yeah, I'm a bandwagon" or simply saying "Yeah, I'm hating" or "Yeah, I'm fake."
Because being those things is sometimes necessary in life - especially as an adult... You gotta pretend to like a lot of people to just make it through the day - because a little fakeness and being civil sometimes go hand in hand but when it's your life's mantra to be fake to be "happy" you're not really fooling anyone, not even yourself... But hey this is coming from the gal that believes #HappinessIsWayOverrated
And I know the world is not asking me to like fake people or be friends with fake people - what the world is asking of me, is to let go of that disdain I feel for fake people and I will...eventually...or at least tolerate them.
That is all,
Toodles,
Lilly Perez-Ngo
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