I’ve been getting pestered by trolls a bit lately.
For those of you who don’t know what trolling is, it’s when one person or a group of people on the internet (usually anonymous) leave negative or offensive comments on someone’s blog or website. More than once.
After I got stalked by a guy from California a few years back (who told me he loved me 175 times a day; and no, I’m not exaggerating) I put some blocks on my blog so that certain comments can’t get through. Thank God I did because some of the comments left the other day would make a sensitive lady blush and wonder if the world really had gone to hell in a hand basket. Fortunately I am not so sensitive. This was my reaction to one of the comments –
You want to do what to my mother with what ?*$##@@!&*^!!!
F**K you, you f**#in piece of motherf**#ing sh*t. I will find out you who are and kick your pathetic f**ked up ass.
Yes. I pride myself on my ladylike behaviour and language at all times.
The weird thing is that the post that received all the horrible comments (all 45 of them) was a story I wrote about anxiety for a writing prompt site. The main troll told me I write too much about anxiety and depression and that it seemed I would never get over it so maybe I should just top myself and be done with it. Ouch.
Three semi-critical comments got through which seemed to be legitimate writers who came from the site and I will accept those. I think when you publish fiction on your blog there is a chance you are going to get some criticism from time to time. The way I look at is you just have to suck it up and get on with it. You really can’t please all of the people all of the time.
I also wanted to say that you can get a group of writers (if you want to call them that) associated with some of these sites who band together and start picking on other writers. It has happened to me before and to several people I know. I don’t know why they do it, but they do it and it really is one of those things where all you can say is : People, get a freaking life….
I am fairly certain the main troll came from the writing prompt site. I’m not going to do anything about that at the moment but if you bother me again, matey, you are going down.
There are so many other more important things in life than nonsense like this.
Today I cried and cried about a group of horses who were stabled near the Fukushima reactor when the tsunami hit. They survived the tsunami (miraculously) but it now looks like they will die from radiation sickness. That story is so sad I can’t stand it.
That’s the stuff I care about. That’s the stuff that bothers me.
I don’t care about small-minded people who are so miserable that all they want to do is try and inflict their misery on other people.
Trolls? Really and truly, who cares?
Don’t feed them and they’ll go away.
And if they do succeed in bothering you, in irritating you, in making you want to smash something for a moment then watch this video about a boy rescuing and rearing a baby hummingbird. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
Things like this restore my faith in humanity.