Wednesday, November 19, 2008

As Bloggers, Are We Doomed To Tolerating Hate Mongers Who Leave Ugly Comments?

My answer is: Well, of course not! If You Never Think An Independent Thought Or Speak Out About Anything. You might even succeed in no angst if you have no spouse, no children, no pets, no mortgage, no car payments, nor anything to fret about. I feel certain that you're getting my drift. My guess is that you either live in a cocoon, in a *sanitarium*, or are a "Bubble Person". Whichever it is, more power to you, Darlin'. I sometimes wish I could just lose my mind along with all the worries of the world and in my own life. Okay fine. I don't have any worries in my life besides my golf game, currently. But, if I did.

Yet, I have to stop and realize that all of the things that have occurred in my life and inexplicably happened to me, are simply parts to the puzzle that make up the complex human being that I am, and amazingly, we are all complex human beings. Most people just never think about it. I believe that I am finally, once and for all, at peace with myself and who I am. Strange though it may seem to some, I am an overly emotional woman, and proud of it. I admit that some of the emotional vigor comes from out of whack hormones that accompany the ever-so-enjoyable menopause, but the rest are true and honest, to my marrow. I bruise easily, inside and out, which is often quite painful. Luckily, I am a woman, which allows me all of this even if I appear to be silly or an idiot in the eyes of someone else who thinks emotions are mere nonsense. Being a woman of substance also allows me to heal myself, which I do quite often, due to an ongoing exposure to *certain toxic others*. A "tender heart" must learn early in life to heal oneself. It's mandatory to survival, trust me.

What it means to me is that I am able to feel anything and everything that I experience in this world, to its fullest extent. I thank God that I have emotions, as opposed to the many millions of people who do not. I cannot begin to imagine not getting the level of joy I get from seeing things like miles and miles of Bluebonnets, or breathtaking sunsets, or heartfelt blog posts. When I leave comments on your blogs regarding your pictures, it's all I can do to keep from putting dozens of exclamation points because they give me such joy. It's the same way when I leave a comment on a post that I particularly relate to.

It also means that I suffer sadness much the same, although growing older has helped to ease that some. Still, I cry a lot. Most of the time, I must confess that I cry for happiness more than sadness. Truly. I am the world's biggest softy, which any member of my family will laughingly tell you. It might even be the reason my hubby quit watching movies with me. Alone even. Yes, I'm that bad, but I don't mind. I like the *Running The Gamut Of Emotions* on a daily basis. It makes me feel alive. I laugh as much, if not more, than I cry happy tears, so that seems to be a double shot of laughter and keeps my tears ducts cleared (which is oh-so-important... or not). I've heard it will also help me to live longer, but the jury is still out on that one.

I also tend to get over-excited and animated about the things I'm currently elated about. I've been this way roughly since birth, so I'm guessing that I'm not going to be changing in this department. So, just let me say this: If you don't like it or you don't like the way I write, then Get The Hell Out And Don't Freaking Come Back. Don't Hang around to leave ugly comments for me or *yell* at me, computer style. I NEVER leave ugly comments for anyone or for any reason. I never will because that just isn't the way I am and it's not part of my DNA. I'm not in the least bit judgemental and I try to never leave anything but happy, positive, funny, or kind remarks for the blogs I visit. Why would anyone want to visit a blog they don't like, or it makes them feel bad, or makes them want to leave hurtful criticisms or remarks? This behavior doesn't exist in my personal DNA. I'll admit I went overboard on one post (election day) that I had to delete because my delete comments feature had mysteriously disappeared, but I was admittedly caught up in the moment of election time fever, and I never once left any ugly or harsh remarks on anyone else's blog. I also occasionally suffer from *Devils Advocate Syndrome* while also being prone to *Reporter-Journalist-Wannabe-itis*. So sue me. I learned the rewards of that folly, never to venture down that road again.

And, yes, you guessed it! I am going to give you my view on why people do this *ugly comment thing*. It actually sort of goes back to my post about Toxic Friends. There are many, many people in this world, Bless Their Hearts, who just have a mean streak in them. Usually it's from birth, but often I come across some that have learned and adopted this lifestyle by choice. It never ceases to amaze me, really. So much wasted energy.

I now offer you this lovely remark from a commenter:

Anonymous said...
Why do you lol all the time? It's really annoying. You don't need to write lol at the end of everything, super-fucking annoying. May I ask also how old you are? And this is not a rhetorical question, really how old are you, because quite frankly you write like a woman that is in her early twenties. Please don't tell me you are any older than that, if you do you seriously need to grow up and do some maturting. Sincerely,Ema


Well, My Dear Commenter "Ema", I am about as *maturt* as I am going to get, at this point. Apparently, you did not take the 3 to 5 seconds it would require to read my profile. Tsk! Tsk! And, since you're pointing out things, I'd like to add that I abhor people who can't spell or use spellcheck (actually, I don't care except for people like you). At least you could have shown you have the guts to back up your statement by leaving your blog name, but no. That was not the case, was it? So, here and now I banish you and your kind. BEGONE! Again, if you don't like the way I write or what I write, then go away and leave me be. This is my blog and I will write how I please and say what I please, within reason. However, you are not welcome here, so don't let the door hit you in the arse on your way out, okay?

Is my menopause showing like my slip did back in Junior High School at the dance or what?

27 comments:

Mental P Mama said...

Well, I, for one, am Maturting quite nicely, thank you very much;) I have developed an amazing ignore feature. And there is always the delete button.

WomenBloom said...

It's weird isn't it? It's kinda like people who send out flame thrower emails about those poor souls who 'reply all' in response to an email. I'm always, like, how about NOT LOOKING or, better yet, DELETING??

It's an enigma why people can't just ignore what they don't like and go about their business rather than doing their darndest to change behavior around inconsequential things. I think it probably explains alot about where our 'civil society' has gone :)

asthmagirl said...

My husband called me a maturt once. Once.

scargosun said...

I think commenters like this one are a great resource for blog fodder. Dooce used to put a few on her blog about once a month and rip them up a bit. I have to tell you I laughed when I read that one.

Pearls To Hide My Neck said...

Nicely put, Mrs. Snooty!

Treasia said...

You go Snooty! I loved it and will always keep reading as long as you are blogging. I have found one of the things I love about mid life is "saying it how I deep down feel it", and if you don't like it MOVE ON. Very well said by you.

Flea said...

I'm disappointed that I never get the ugly comments. I think it would be such fun to play with these people. Maybe they know that. *sigh* You LOL all you want, girlfriend. And enjoy being 20 again. :)

Snooty Primadona said...

Did I mention that you're only young once, but you can be immaturt forever?

Holy Crappers said...

You tell them snotty!!

The sista's have only gotten 1 nasty comment, and you see what we did to her now didn't you?

#1

brneyedgal967 said...

I think blogging is kind of like life. Either you can play it safe and stick to the nice and easy topics - or you can dig down and flesh our things that are *real* to you, things you're passionate about. This, of course, may be objectional to some (a very few) people who are immature and decide to leave a nasty blog comment.

I know what you mean about the delete button though - MINE IS GONE TOO. I can delete a post, but not a comment and I don't know WTF is going on.

I am actually thinking of switching to wordpad.com in December, if I continue to blog at all. Like you, it's growing tedious.

Snooty Primadona said...

Tammy: YOU cannot quit blogging. You make me laugh & I need that on a daily basis, my friend. You're way too good & too funny to quit now. Pleeeease?

Mamahut said...

Awe your Toxic Friends was the first time I read your blog. Love it. Tell Anon to shut their damn pie hole and take a pill or something. lol lol lol lol lol lol my finger is dizzy or I would keep going!
Have a great day Snooty and I love your writing.

thevinylvillager said...

being maturt is overrrated. :-)

knock on wood, I think Ive only gotten one ugly comment, threatening a lawsuit that still hasnt been served.

Dont give em another thought snooty.

Snooty Primadona said...

Hey, that was the NICE email. I've got lots more...

;-)

Okay, I'm off for a round of golf now. The widiots (weather idiots for you newcomers) say it's turning very cold & windy tomorrow, so this may be last chance until after Thanksgiving. The horror!

sista #2 said...

Snoots....I think you are very maturt. I like that word. I will try to use it once a day.

peace
#2

June Bug said...

Well, I hope I never grow up and "do some maturting". That sounds a bit wicked, maturting might be painful! LOL LOL

Anonymous said...

The blog you posted about the election and quickly deleted was extremely hateful and racist. While we all make mistakes about what we say, sometimes impressions are left and hard to erase from our minds. I have from time to time continued to follow what you post, just to get an idea about you, and I have to say quite frankly, that I like you. I like that you are full of emotions, both the laughs and the tears. I'll forget about what you wrote politically and focus on the good I see in you. Have fun golfing.

I remain,
Anonymous

imbeingheldhostage said...

Holy cow, they still don't get it. I find that most of the hate commenters are 1. Cowards, because they never come around with a ligit. way for you to respond (people who have to have the last word suck) and 2., someone who has NO idea who you are and what you stand for, they have probably fallen into your site from a search. I also discovered that if you spend a little time, you can actually track the ones who are so desperate to remain hidden. :-)

Patricia said...

OMG talk about hateful commentors! I used to have a group of them and they every thing I wrote, every day. It bothered me for about 7 seconds... then I just ignored them, and after months and months...they disappeared.

I still have no idea what got them obsessing about my blog though. :o0

Tricia Sanders said...

Woohoo Snooty. You don't know me but I stumbled across your blog and fell in love with it (not you, of course-just the way you write.)


I'm a little bit of a maturt myself, so can relate to a lot of what you speak (er write.)

Snooty Primadona said...

As of today, I have decided to initiate Maturt Mondays, so stay tuned... It ought to be great fun!

The wife said...

1. I love you! 2. I hope I never maturt, lol!!! 3. Thanks for stopping by old faithful!

Janie said...

Ah, girl. If she's trashing you, she's giving some other maturt person a break.

Consider it a maturt ministry!

I LOVE LOVE LOVE your blog.

B. Roan said...

I love your point..."If you don't like it or you don't like the way I write, then Get The Hell Out And Don't Freaking Come Back." PERFECTION! I don't understand the idiots that feel they must make mean, ignorant comments. I think Ema needs a little "maturting" of her own!

Heather said...

All Hail Queen Snooty! Was that too nice or kind? But I mean it! I recently received my first "nastymentor." Freaked me out at first, but decided not to "feed the troll."

Weeks later, my daughter is dealing with an equally mean-spirited, unhappy girl at school that insists on using her "mean-girl" talents to bug my beautiful, kind-hearted, intelligent daughter who would never hurt a fly. I told daughter about the troll in an effort to show her I understand. I told her to stand tough and never loose her wonderfully strong self-confidence. (one I truly admire and wish I had). Then I went and cried. I'll never make it through middle-school.

QueenofPlanetHotflash said...

STANDING AND APPLAUDING
Fuck em if they can't take it

noble pig said...

You told her, what an idiot. People are lame and jealous...LOL...LOL...LOL...LOL...LOL...Bwahahahahaha.

 

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