And so, yesterday I received my first truly negative comments. And it wasn’t just ‘I don’t like your site’, it was an entire character assassination.
I like to be liked…everyone does. When I put myself out there with my honest posts I was afraid that people wouldn’t understand where I was coming from; they wouldn’t ‘get’ the fact that I was being honest to show people that certain things just don’t matter in life and also, who wouldn’t want to know about the boat that didn’t just rock because of the sea?! I mean, come on, that’s pure gold! =D
So imagine my surprise when I received a comment that pretty much said this… (I’m paraphrasing it, he doesn’t need the satisfaction of having it shown…it’s been trashed from my ‘trash’ already)…
“I’ve been reading your blog for a while and I can’t believe people like the way you write – you sound like a girl that can’t run off the extra pounds and gives it away way too easy and can’t even be bothered to volunteer in Africa! You’re right about guys you date – they’ll run a mile when they realise the kind of girl they’ve got”.
Yes people, the above was pretty much what the Neanderthal wrote. I won’t reveal who he is because some of us have decorum and don’t wish to be involved in petty internet wars when clearly he has enough ‘keyboard courage’ to go around for everyone. Needless to say he has been, unfollowed, blocked and trashed from my life =)
Dear Keyboard Courage,
I regret to inform you that your access to my life has been denied.
Whilst I appreciate your somewhat subtle (as a sledgehammer) comment I can’t say that I agree with the dribble that you’ve shamefully hit the keyboard to type.
You know why people like my honesty? Because of people like you. People too afraid to bare all (insert more ‘free and easy’ criticism here) and show people online the personality that they have OFFline.
Sure, I’m incredibly flirty, I talk about sex and I have weight issues but let me tell you something my dear, uneducated friend…I flirt because it makes me happy, I talk about sex because I’m British and I like to rub up against (insert innuendo joke here and then laugh because innuendo sounds rude) taboos and I tell people about my Ribena berry moments because I know that others will relate.
I’m not quite sure why you’ve called me ‘easy’ – my ‘number’ (we all know which number I’m talking about) doesn’t even hit double digits so your definition must be in the’ how many warm/wet socks and dry towels do I get through a week’. Fat? Really? I’m running to get fit and tone up; I still want the bits that should wobble to do just that…I’m a woman after all =) I’d take you seriously but somehow I imagine you to be sat behind a desk in your ‘dungeon’ right now with a bulk supply of Twinkys and HoHos suffering Type I diabetes.
And so to get to the bit that really got me laughing in your comment…volunteering in Africa. Sure, to a lot of people it might seem hypocritical that someone from the West will be spending thousands on a trip when they have very little but you know why I’m not volunteering? Because from the age of 18 I dedicated 6 entire years of my life to 5 different projects (with at least 2 at the same time) all whilst working a full time job. Call me selfish but I’m feeling like I need a little ‘me time’ in my life right now. Time to sort out my own feelings instead of someone elses. You have no idea how far my kindness stretches or the things that I have been through in my life to make me the person I am today.
I think you need to check in with your ego and have a little talk with him. I have a feeling that it’s a little bloated at the moment…stop eating (and speaking) crap and you should feel better. I’ll tell my ego (her pet name being Exceptionally Gorgeous Obviously) that she’s doing just fine as she is.
Thank you for your critism – don’t let the door hit you on the way out of my success =)
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