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Trolls and idiots ….. especially the ones named Hank …..
I have been blogging for several years.
I have been on social media for several more.
I am used to the usual on-line bullying, trolls arriving and basically taking a shit on your door step in a brown paper bag and generally say things that are painful and hurtful.
5 years ago I had what can only be described as a breakdown. I had various other things happening in my life that I was not coping with.
There were 3 “social media” things that had happened in quick succession.
One I caused using poor judgement at work, one I happened to just be standing there and got caught in the fall out of a non related incident, and one had nothing to do with me but it felt like it was aimed at me.
People hiding behind “usernames” and “gmail” addresses and the like, get terribly brave and feel very little in the way of any real interest in you as a person, the subject and the damage they do.
They sweep in under the cover of darkness, cause chaos, step away like arsonists and watch the building burn, without taking any responsibility because “I just commented ……” – they want the building to burn, for no other reason than they have one match and in many cases know how to get a fire going. Quickly.
I admit to saying stupid things sometimes – both in life and in the land of O’s and I’s.
I do hope that I learn from my errors, and when possible I apologise. I accept we are all jerks given the right circumstances – and that given a few hours or days to reflect we realise that. In time one hopes to be less of an arsehole than you are today, and each day get a bit less arsehole’ish.
That was 5 years ago – I have moved on a great deal from then. I am not totally immune to trolls and people who are idiots, but their effect on me is less and they no longer consume me.
I realise it is their shit, and not mine, and I do not have to take it on board.
I realise they are trolls. I realise their opinions, like arseholes, are things we are all entitled to one (sorry I know it is an old jab, but there we go) – before I would believe what they said, now I do tend to shrug it off for the most part.
They/Trolls/The Hanks in the world do not know me.
They have a perception of me, and their assumptions are just that — assumptions without much in the way of fact. {if you read this blog and assume everything here is fact, then I have a bridge for sale I would like to talk to you about}
Yesterday a gentleman named Hank left a comment and it vexed me.
Not because he commented, not because he sounded like a ball-less turd with no sense of humour and an unholy obsession with the speed of cakes flying around on the N1. He used ONE post from my blog to make a judgement about me and my parenting style. (even if he read all 1030 or how many ever there are, that still does not mean he knows me.)
Again Hank, I actually do not give a flying fuck about your opinion.
The blog post in question for the most part made it obvious who has children and is coping with similiar stuff, versus people who do not have children and think because they have testes and possibly access to ovaries this makes them experts on parenting.
But none of that matters.
What matters for me — is that YOU — who does not know me and who told me you do not read my blog – attacked my children.
Listen Hank, I am not quite sure of which corner of the shit heap that is this universe you crawled out from under, but there are many things you can do or say to a blogger/mom.
Insult me, accuse me of making bad judgments, not understand why the odd cake needs to be launched from a moving vehicle, and not grasp what it is like to fight with children over pieces of plastic.
I accept all of that from you with an open mind and to a large degree a bit of a shrug and a “ah well…. he is probably a bit of a c&nt”
Hank, I am on board with that.
If you want to be the biggest c&nty c*nt there is, then I support you in that. I am there for you mate, right behind you. I will wear “Hank is a C&nt” lapel pin if you need me to.
The part where you lost my respect (not that you ever had it, but I thought I would throw it in just so I appear classy and stylish) and you really stepped over the imaginary line that exists in the world, is the part where you deemed it was okay to comment about my children and who they are in this world.
You get that part – MY CHILDREN!!
Did you have CRACK for breakfast yesterday???
I wrote a very emotional post last night and posted it earlier, and decided to put it on “password protect” – if you know me, contact me and I will send you the password. I don’t think it is for general consumption.
I agree it is way to much venom to put straight out there and takes away from the fact that a fellow named Hank felt it was okay — O-FUCKING-KAY —– to come out and attack my children and refer to them as delinquents – potential delinquents.
Hank, I dare you – I dare you to come and find me in public and say that to my face.
I actually dare you, seeing as you appear to have balls as big as burgers, to walk up to any mom in Pick ‘n Pay or any other retailer and offer her advise, criticism and then insult her children whilst she is doing the best she can, in the best way she can.
You know nothing about what it is like to be a parent and cope —- even if you are a parent, parenting your children or child, does not make you an expert on some one else’s – no more than owning a car makes you a motoring journalist expert.
Last night I was at Pick ‘n Pay buying the odds and ends, my kids were at home. I watched a frazzled mom with two toddlers in her trolley going ape shit — like totally ape shit. She looked like she had just fought the gladiators, and then for shits and giggles had gone to pull the hair off a tiger’s arse on a dare.
This woman was exhausted and one “whine” way from a full fledged breakdown.
Her kids were screaming. Mental because she only had one #stikeez – she had clearly miscalculated and her bill was less than R300.00 so she got one #stikeez.
I got it. I stood there with my wagon of groceries and I wanted to go over to her and rub her shoulders, maybe play with her hair in a soothing manner and say “fuck I hope they go to sleep early” – but I didn’t.
I also did not judge her and I did not pull any low blows — because I get it. I fucking get it. I have been there, and most of the readers on this blog have been there – we fucking live there. Your kids screaming like banshees whilst everyone else’s children appear so well behaved it makes you want to throw up.
Instead Hank you hide behind your work, email address (troll error 101 —- are you a virgin at this, or do you usually leave your work IP details behind for bloggers to find you?) and give me parenting advise.
Insult me, insult my children, and for good measure insult the people who have read this blog and commented. Are you actually really and truly that much of a does?? I am overwhelmed by you. By the sheer level of does you have managed to squeeze into one shitty comment.
My children have been through a divorce, a death and several life changing events in the last two years. My kids are fucking awesome kids. I commented about that in the earlier post and here is what I added there:
Hank – after today I will not give you another thought. Though when I do, the fact that your name rhymes with Wank and your mom called you that, will make me smile a little childishly.
I do hope that even if you hate this blog, detest my tone and use of language and think my children are maladjusted little so-and-so’s you keep in mind, fuck with a blogger, go ahead, do that, in general we have skins that are fairly thick — but fuck with a mom’s children and you my friend make yourself out to be the biggest arsehole there is, and what ever else you might do or say is null and void.
I do hope that one day if you have the great fortune to become a parent, someone comes over to you, insults you, your wife, your child and your parenting style. To your face.
I do hope this happens to you, and you can reflect then as I hope you are now, that you my dear sir, are an arsehole of a proportion that I cannot even begin to fathom.
I do hope you never read this blog again.
I do hope that you live a long’ish life, but if you happened to die in a cake accident, I might not be too cut up about it.
My three kids and I are going to go off and skip down the hills singing that song “The Hills are alive with Music” —- I do hope you go and fuck yourself.
Yes, I said it. But it is because I care.
Posted by reluctantmom on August 18, 2015
https://reluctantmom.wordpress.com/2015/08/18/trolls-and-idiots-especially-the-ones-named-hank/