Nasty Comments? Don’t Get Mad. Continue the Conversation.
None of it was personal — and yet all of it was personal.
I couldn’t wait to read my abuse.
Sick, right? But when this post started to pick up momentum, most of it was vitriol-loaded. Dismissive of my views, critical of my examples and points.
God, I loved it. Not because I love punishment.
Because it was a discussion.
Not once did I feel wounded by the words, being called an idiot or that people considered the piece the “worst they’ve ever seen.”
Can you imagine? Out of all the crappy posts here, MINE was №1? Sorry, I am not even being sarcastic. I truly love this.
It’s how I felt, not hurt over any of the words hurled at me, but invigorated by the discourse. I dove right in, answering each as thoughtfully as I could.
The beauty wasn’t in their anger — it was in the process of them processing my experience, and how I documented it and tossing it back to me with their own perspective all peppered in it like tiny apple chunks in an apple fritter.
