I'm talking about the haters.

LET ME TELL YOU A FABLE. IT'S CALLED "THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THE DONKEY"; ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A MILLER, WORKING AT A FARM WITH HIS SON. ONE DAY, THEY DECIDE TO TAKE THE DONKEY TO A RACE. AT FIRST, THE YOUNG BOY RODE THE DONKEY. THE VILLAGERS GOT MAD, BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT HE WAS DISRESPECTING HIS OLD, AGED, FATHER, WHO HAD TO WALK. LATER, THE BOY GOT DOWN, AND HIS FATHER GOT ON THE DONKEY. BUT NOW, THE VILLAGERS WERE SAYING THAT HE WAS BEING A TYRANT, RESTING ON THE DONKEY WHILE THE YOUNG CHILD WALKS. LATER, THEY BOTH GOT ON. THE VILLAGERS, NOW ANGRIER THAN EVER, CLAIMED THEY WERE TORTURING THE POOR ANIMAL. NOW, NO ONE WAS RIDING THE DONKEY. PEOPLE LAUGHED "WHY EVEN BRING A DONKEY IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO RIDE IT?"; NOW, THEY DECIDED TO JUST LIFT THE DONKEY AND TAKE IT TO THE RACE. THE VILLAGERS LAUGHED THEIR HEARTS OUT "CAREFUL NOT TO TIRE THE DONKEY!"; LITTLE DID THEY KNOW, THE POOR DONKEY COULD NOT HANDLE ALL THIS WEIGHT CHANGE. THE DONKEY WAS DEAD. THE MORAL OF THE STORY, IS THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK. YOU CAN NEVER SATISFY EVERYONE'S OPINION. YOU NEVER KNOW WHO YOU MIGHT HURT DURING THIS PROCESS.