My Thin Skin

Turns out, I’m not as tough as I’d like to be. I went to work on one of my blong posts (as my friend Rod calls my long blog posts), in order to catch things up where I left off, and I came upon an anonymous comment, which needed to be moderated, that upset me. The comment, in reference to the post “My love letter to California…” was something to the effect of “ Trololo-lololo-lolololo!!!”

I didn’t know what Trololo… meant, so I looked up possible meanings. It looks like “Trololo” is any speech or B.S. which, while it may have a positive connotation, is not only clueless in it’s delivery but the person delivering the speech doesn’t realize they are full of shit and are too happy.

In my small moment of power, I deleted the comment. But, I couldn’t let it go.

So, this is to you Mr./Miss. Anonymous. I guess I am a Trololo-er, someone committed the ultimate sin of buying into their own bullshit. I like to write. My blog is from my experiences. So, if you do not like what I have to say, don’t read my blog. Go fly a kite. Move on and take your bad energy elsewhere. I don’t have the desire to deal with the cycle that comes when faced with a negative person making derogatory comments anonymously.

And, if you wanted to make me feel bad, if you wanted to hurt my feelings, and wanted to make me question my ability to write, to communicate, to do what makes me happy, and if you wanted to knock me down some punches, then good job; You win. You did it. I hope that’s what you were looking to do, so at least one of us got something out or your comment. Purveyors of bad energy usually do want others to feel bad, so you can now sleep better tonight knowing it worked.

It’s not what I wanted, though, to give you, an asshole, six paragraphs. But, now that I think about it, I am actually happy to do it. These paragraphs are my effort to cycle through the negativity you left me in order to go on to the posts that I have been putting off, sharing about my father’s health, my job search, and about how out of balance I’ve felt for the last year and a half of my life.

Turns out, your negativity has actually served to remind me of why I write. There will be those who don’t like what I write. So be it and be them on their way. (No one is forced to engage.) Then, there will be others who will read something that I have written and they will connect with it. They will know someone else understands what they’ve been through or are going through. So be them with me on our way to knowing we are not alone in this journey as we try to figure out life.

XO – My few readers.
Kiss off – Anonymous