How I Stopped Hating Paris Hilton

I was just like all the bitter Paris haters, once. I couldn't stand the bitch. "Rich, hot and dumb.. big deal!!" Trying to project utter non-concern, lauging at the irony of modern day pop culture which can hold someone so lame in such high esteems. Bitching, moaning, and making fun of her lack of talent: "Why is she in the spotlight?? I'm way more talented than her, but I'm working for my recognition!! That's true success!" Hating her for her life while glued to every second she appears on Celebrity Uncensored.. I admit.. I was a Paris hater..Then a funny thing occured.In the midst of my at-the-time-unaware hypocritic state of loathing, after posting some anti-paris energy on an addicting yet slippery self-slanting website, I went to sleep. And while going to sleep is a rather routine excercise, this nights sleep would hold as a turning point in my kharmic state of mind.I had a dream.. A gift from the heavens.. I was in need of reform.. enlightenment.. my angst was effecting my happiness.. And the universe heard my subconscious pleas and answered accordingly.In my dream, I was walking with two old friends I haven't seen in a very long time.. Such are dreams.. and we walked up to a white house in a college-type neighborhood. An older house, probably rented, with large trees in the yard, and years of vegetation around the beds surrounding the house. Not overtaking, but flourishing.We walked up the steps and opened the green door. Directly inside the door is a couch, resting against a wall that serves as the base of a staircase. Tables, Lamps, etc. Other people mingle throughout, a thin haze of smoke completes the atmospere. But what transfixed me was who was on the couch.. You should be able to deduct this by now.. That right.. Paris Hilton.. Sitting on the couch, laughing and talking with a girlfriend. "Hi!" she says with a big smile and friendly wave.My friends disappear, and I sit on the couch with Paris and her friend. 'Hanging with Paris was the climax of this dream. No green tinted sex, No drunken Hollywood extraveganzas, just hanging.. with Paris. It was simple, and sweet. Casual, and refreshing..When I awoken, I was overwhelmed by the sense of relief that had come over me. I felt an incredible weight had been lifted, like when sinners turn over their life to the lord. It felt as if a great strain on my conscious had been removed, and disspeared without a trace. It was incredible. Just the night before, I was consumed with meaningless stress and angst. But all that was gone now. And was effectively replaced with a very solid, new found admiration for Ms. Hilton. I'M A PARIS FAN!!"Wow!", I thought, "I feel great!" Of course I did! Hate is not a healty thing to have. Especially for someone you don't even know! The media has created an image of Paris which only those who know her can confirm or deny. It's so hard to remember that. But by the grace and mercy of our kharmic universe, I was relieved of my unworthy and ill-conceived apathy.I now watch with healthy anticipation as her post internet-porn career unfurls. Starring in the 'House of Wax' remake, and currently filming 'National Lampoon's Pledge This', I am curious to witness her acting ability. And what she can accomplish otherwise. I'm cheering for her. While a lack of practical knowledge might very well be present, her ambition and fun-loving spirit remains. And that is what makes a person likable in my book. If anything, my admiration is a direct counter to the negative press she constantly receives. While I cannot accurately form an opinion of her personality beyond articles and instinct, I can say that I no longer hate Paris Hilton. And that is a good thing.