Behave like
a tool wherein you try to slam me for making money by writing. For
doing what I can do to provide for my kids, to pay my bills, to help
take care of my family.
Just ignorant.
Like you WOULDN'T if given the opportunity, please.
That's what it's all about.
It never stops amazing me that there are people in the world like this; trolls who think nothing of sending type-written bile to a living, breathing person. You would never treat someone with such animosity without the safety and anonymity of your keyboard, so step off.
There are also those who disagree with things I say and instead of
making room for a contrasting opinion at the big effing table of
humanity, I'm kicked in the face for it. For simply having a thought on
whatever that doesn't jive with that of someone else.
And people ask me why I feel lonely.
Or at-odds with things sometimes.
Or defensive.
I really don't get much hatemail, but nevertheless it still hurts, despite the ridiculous, uber-tough exterior I try to present. I usually ignore, but today I couldn't.
I told myself that I wasn't going to say anything, but you know what? It's freeing. It's cathartic.
And I'll get over it.
