Lately I have had a few random troll attacks on older blog posts that are still hanging out there on the blogosphere. Usually I laugh it off and click delete. The last one was a particularly nasty attack on me and my kids and that one really got under my skin. I hate to admit it, as I know it only gives trolls ammunition to know that one of their nasty barbs actually penetrated. Seriously, trolls can say any nasty thing they want about me and it doesn't bug me. But I do not take well to attacks on my family and friends. That I don't tolerate. If you are mad at me because you don't agree with my view, and you want to make a personal attack because you are not too bright, then by all means make the personal attack. I don't care what you say about me. But don't be stupid and talk trash about my kids. That just ain't right.
So let's analyze the psychology of a troll. They can be very smart or very stupid. They can be snakes in the grass or sledghammer waving thugs. But the one thing they all have in common is malicious hatred of others. Just look at the nastiness that oozes from the recent troll comment:
I don't know how to break this to you, but a lot of people hate your kids
too. I'm one of them. There were a few times that they were walking by me that I
just wanted to kick them. Scratch that, I wanted to kick their mother who has
taught them to be loud, pick their nose in the street, cough in my face on the
subway, and scream on airplanes. Some of us were wise enough to not get knocked
up on prom night, so we don't want to have to deal with your disgusting kids or
the filth they leave in this city either.
Fozziebare13's comment is the epitome of a pitiful hatred of the human race. Fozzie's been terribly hurt by people, can't you just see? Fozzie was probably that kid no one wanted on their dodgeball team. Probably the weird greasy looking kid that wore really bad clothes and had a thick coat of dandruff on their shoulders. You know the one no one would go near because they smelled bad and everyone thought you'd catch cooties from them. Poor fozziebare13!
After my initial burst of ifIevermeetyouI'llripyourheartoutthroughyourthroat, I felt a terrible pity for this poor creature. After all, not all trolls are born trolls. Some are made into trolls by bad life expereinces. Just read between the lines. He or she was an unwanted child. Fozzie's parents must have mistreated Fozzie terribly. Alchoholics who ignored and then verbally abused poor Fozzie just because Fozzie wasn't the brightest and was a bit hard on the eyes. This is heartbreaking! I feel so sad for Fozzie! I see this posting as a plea for help. A call out to others to see the sadness and the need for someone, anyone to love them.
Too bad it can't be me. I don't like trolls. They smell and are never as bright as they think they are. And they are the biggest party poopers in the entire world. Their negative force could blot out the sun. I don't like trolls because I want to live my life with positive harmony, not miserable negativity. So to all the trolls out there, go find another bridge to poop on. You can leave me as many nasty messages as you want, I'll delete them just as fast. But I hope one day you trolls will find some happiness in life that will transform you back into humans.