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?