Keyboards make valiant swords for cowards.
I’ve seen this shit happen before with other friends, but until yesterday, I hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing it for myself.
I knew posting about where I stand on the #TakeAKnee issue would spark some debate, it already had on Facebook and Twitter on a few occasions, it’s a hot button issue.
What I didn’t expect? Finding out a friend or two had some serious issues with me having an opinion and a blog. Or, that they’d sink low enough to post comments as a troll and then get butthurt when I called their BS on Facebook. But it happened.
Here’s the thing, I’m used to trolls and jerks on Twitter. It’s a side effect of being an opinionated Liberal female that doesn’t stay in the kitchen and keep her mouth shut. Twitter is full of trolls, bots and assholes ready and willing to be the stereotypical alt-right jerk that try to silence females (newsflash boys and girls, it’s never going to work).
I’m even used to and expect heated debates on my Facebook posts on controversial topics. Some end civilly and some don’t, either way, we are all still “friends” at the end.
What happened yesterday was different. This was someone(s) that clearly has an underlying hatred or strong dislike for me personally but doesn’t have the guts to comment on my Facebook post or use their real name (or just delete me and move on with their life), but that is more than willing to stalk my Facebook and use it for personal attacks on me and my friends. Normally, I’m all for “you do you,” but in this case a trust was violated.
I am a sharer. I share photos of my family, my work and everyday boring crap on Facebook. I like to share and I like to interact with people. It’s easier to do on Facebook because let’s face it, we are all busy these days. This is how I stay in contact and connect with family and friends that now live all over the world. Somethings I share are more personal than others and some are political. Either way, it’s my place to open up and share. Same with this blog, whether anyone reads it or not is inconsequential. I’ve been writing for years and pretty sure only a handful even read or pay attention, and that’s okay because most of the time, I am only writing for me (like this post).
What happened yesterday in the comments on my blog post was someone’s cowardly attempt to put me in my place. I fed the troll and posted their ridiculousness on both Twitter and Facebook. They reacted and the vitrole just grew, though far tamer than the comments I get on Twitter – just more personal. A friend posted about looking up the IP address of the troll and we had fun with it, the troll friend didn’t like that too much. But, this is the Internet, folks, what did you expect?
I was pissed and admittedly a little hurt that a friend would stoop that low. I reacted and did a much over due clean-out and it felt freeing.
This morning I am no longer pissed or hurt, just annoyed (and feeling a little lighter). I’m sure there is a chance the person or persons who hate me and my opinion are still lurking on my friend list, but there is also a good chance they are gone. If they aren’t, I’m sure they’ll keep trolling and hiding behind their keyboard.