You'd excpect that I would have had my first negative comment by now! I mean, I have been blogging for over two years, have made nearly 1200 posts, watched my followers grow from nothing to nearly 90 and have moderated countless comments.Suprising?
I expected to be more upset over my first "hate" comment. I was told that my blog was "boring", I was told that I was "a fake". I was told that I have "no original voice". You would expect these things to hurt, right?
Wrong!I wouldn't say I don't care, because then I wouldn't be blogging about it - but it didn't cut me to the bone. You know, it didn't make me want to crumble and cry in a heap of tears, it didn't make me feel insecure about my wee blog either. Read it - or don't. Your choice...
It made me want to blog about it. I wanted to let my Hater know this: Isn't it ironic that you couldn't post your comment with your name and profile attached? You took the coward's way out and posted annonomously. What a cop out! Plonker! Oh, I suppose you don't want to compromise your own readers and followers but its still the easy way out.
It would still be interesting to know who detests me so much. A family member? A so-called friend? A colleague?Och well, this Hater actually took the time to think about what to type and leave a comment. He or she used up a fair amount of energry telling me how "fucking useless and terrible" I am. So listen, at least I am worthy of someone spending a little time to make me aware of my "patheticness".
I hope I never end up like that. I hope I don't end up so bitter and cowardly that I smack someone behind the head with a wet fish and run.
May millions of infuriated nits infest your putrid armpits and crotch until eternity and back.
Have a Nice Day! Bye-bye Now
