Some people go around acting like cruel excrement oozing orifices… They seem to exist just to ruin other individuals’ day. But we can’t allow this kind of rot to get to us. If we do, our lives will stink to high heavens.
Why the early morning rant, witchy writer woman? You might be thinking. Such a great question, my Wicked Luvs, that is one of the reasons why I like you so much; you always know how to keep the conversation going *sprays a bit of tangent-be-gone and gets back to her point*. A blogger friend emailed me to ask, “How do you communicate with readers who get nasty with you? I don’t want to lose anyone, but I feel like [insert name of nasty person here] is pushing me too hard. If I post something outside my blog theme [s/he] calls me on it and says I’m not a serious blogger. If I can’t comment for a while, [s/he] leaves comments saying I don’t care about my followers.” The abuse goes on and on…
Because I’m almost psycho… No, it’s not a typo, I mean “psycho” not” psychic”. You see, when you know you possess the gift of psycho-weirdness, you develop a hyper-awareness that tells you when to walk away, slowly but with conviction, before someone starts telling you that s/he finds your psycho-uncanniness offensive, and you allow yourself the natural (but illegal) response of smacking him or her right in the teeth. See? Almost psycho, not psychic. Anyway, because I’ve encountered this kind of plague before, I suggested to my friend that perhaps her cyber-stalker is someone she knows (who is cowering behind the inter-web); so the best solution might be to delete, block and forget the bastard.
My friend is shy around people she doesn’t know well. Blogging is her therapy and her fun and a way to share her art with others. She doesn’t “want to hurt anyone’s feelings, or avoid solving [her] problems”.
I thought about her position for a while… We’ve all been there, my Wicked Luvs, haven’t we? I sure remember being seven-years-old and wanting everyone to accept me and like me… Okay, that’s a bit of a lie; I’m pretty sure I was born covered in a light coat of if-you-don’t-like-me-then-I-won’t-like-you-either. And through the years, I’ve armed myself with a healthy amount of selfishness (and a tad of disdain) for dealing with persons like the cyber-stalker in question. In this particular case, I will say that if someone threatens to turn our fun into a chore, we should reserve the right to invoke our id. Loving ourselves first keeps us happy and sane enough to love others, the way we want to be loved.
I know you don’t want to create discord, dear one (yes, I’m talking to you). But you can’t control other people’s actions, or predict their reactions to your behaviors and choices. Something tells me that this obviously troubled person will find some kind of fault in everything you do, no matter what it might be. So just continue doing what makes you happy. Blogging is your hobby. The blogosphere is a place where you share dreams and fun. Do not let this asshole take something you enjoy away from you (somehow “excrement oozing orifice” didn’t quite grasp the intended mood of the situation).
Your thoughts, my Wicked Luvs? What do you do when someone mistreats you without reason? And because I suspect that at least one person might think, This is just someone online, who cares? I will suggest thinking about it a bit deeper. You see, our emotions (and by “ours” I mean my feelings and the feelings of many people I know) are affected by those we interact with, regardless of setting. So, keeping that in mine, how would you deal with the situation described above, if you were the one facing my friend’s computer screen?
Basket of Little Devils, by Edith Vonnegut
I love, love, love the look on her face…