Leading a public life means attracting trolls/haters.
Sometimes, they make me laugh.
Here’s a comment I received this morning on my Update post which was written over a week ago – right after my elbow surgery. The troll/hater ignored the subsequent posts including those about Frank, the new puppy, and wrote this:
Sigh, not only does “Lucylu” choose to hide behind a fake name while throwing verbal darts, she also doesn’t know how to spell or type.
By the way, “Lucylu” has the IP address:
She uses Comcast, and was somewhere near the vicinity of South Hill, Virginia when leaving the comment. She uses Bing as a search agent, uses Android, and she has read 24 off and on over (at least) the last several months … my records only go back to January.
I ignore stuff like this more often than not, but I chose to reply to this particular hater in my comments section. After doing so, I decided I’d share this with all of you since very few of you would ever see it on a post that was written over a week ago.
(Or should I have begun with “Coward,” since you’re self-aware enough to hide behind a fake name when you’re acting like a horrible human being?)
I don’t know what’s happened in your life to make you such a miserable, unhappy, uncompassionate, person but I hope you’ll accept my sympathies on your pathetic, angry, life – and deep rooted unhappiness.
I did not receive enough of a settlement to even cover my first year of medical expenses after the car accident – you can’t get money out of a turnip. I don’t know what made you assume otherwise? You sound jealous over your incorrect assumption I became rich from becoming disabled. Maybe you wish someone would run a red, and you would have 11 surgeries, a life of disability, and excruciating daily pain … all in hope of getting the money I didn’t get? By the way, if I had received the money you imagine, I would give it away without a second thought if it meant I would not have had to go through what I have for the last ten years.
(It has been a huge financial stress on my family to cover my medical bills – something you know absolutely nothing about.)
I write about my life. I’ve had two surgeries in the last two months so, right now, I’m writing about those surgeries and my recovery. You wouldn’t believe the number of emails I receive from people thanking me for writing about this journey. People who learn about doctors they then go to, people who learn about surgical techniques that give them hope, and people who live with chronic pain who know they aren’t alone by coming here to read. If you weren’t so blinded by your own unhappiness, you would also have understood my recent shoulder surgery was a miraculous success, and I am now FREE of the worst of the pain. I’m ecstatic and giddy over this and my posts have been full of JOY over it.
For whatever reason, you CHOOSE to come to my site and read – why?
If you actually REALLY were reading (without so much internal bitterness and anger blinding you) you would see I write about many things. Really, whatever is going on in my life. I write about my travels … like New Zealand in February. I write about my work … shooting in Austin, the California coast, San Francisco, Oregon, Texas, North Carolina, Colorado, etc. I write about training my service dog, Fred. I write about my new puppy, Frank. I write about photography, cameras, my favorite things whether they be books, movies, makeup, and/or other items. I write about my activities with friends and family.
As for complimenting the medical folks who have helped me?
Well, that won’t stop. They read 24 and I want them to know how VERY MUCH I appreciate them helping me. My doctors, nurses, and PT’s have not only been wonderful to me – they have become my friends. They have gone above and beyond their normal “duties” to help me. I will never apologize for loving them for all they have done, and continue to do, for me.
Instead of, anonymously, berating someone you choose to read online …
Why don’t you use your time more wisely?
I think it’s clear you need some therapy.
Your time would be much better spent worrying about your own sad life.
There’s no accounting for stupid, is there?
The Internet allows a cloak of anonymity for mentally disturbed individuals to act out.
Fortunately, tracking tools on blogs continue to improve and these type of commenters will soon be outed for who they really are.