I get something like this every so often. I never know what sparks the huge outpouring of hateful anons I get when I do get them. Most likely someone had read something of mine or someone reblogged an old post or who knows. I just know that it sucks and is hurtful.
I know I know, boo hoo poor me.
I know it’s hard not to let it get to you. (I’ve spent a good chunk of the day in tears myself) but I hope you all know that even when this does happen, it’s not a reflection of you, it’s a reflection of them. They don’t know you, they couldn’t possibly. They are just bitter angry people who want to say really hurtful things but don’t want it to come back to them. Cowards that they are.
I only ever try to be kind. I have only ever been rude to people who have been rude to me first, and generally I don’t even do that, I try to still be kind to everyone no matter what, but I’m only human and sometimes I can’t keep up.
I work really hard. I try to make content everyone likes, I try to be true to me, I try to reblog pictures of cute cats and things no one will get hurt over, all while trying to make my living. There are only so many hours in a day and I love to write for you all and for those of you who come back every week and tell me how much you like what I do, it literally keeps me going some weeks. Because sometimes I just can’t find the time or the inclination and who would really care if I stop? No one would miss me.
But that’s not true for me, and it’s not true for you. So keep your head up. I believe in you, and I love you.
Have a good day.
This post has caused such a reaction in me that I’ve returned to Tumblr for it.
I was told not to freak out, and I will strive to refrain from doing so. No promises.
First: No, I’m not white-knighting, because I don’t need to. Red is more than capable of handling the garbage people throw at her, because she is a grown woman who knows who she is, who knows that people cannot, will not change her with a few hateful words. She is stronger than that, stronger than those who curse and spit at her (so to speak), and thus she doesn’t need me to stand for her.
But I’ll be damned if I don’t stand with her.
You do realize that what she said is correct, right? When you send a message like this to a person, no matter who they are or what they’ve done, that says far more about you than it does about the person to whom you sent the message. Are you really so insecure, do you really feel so inferior that you feel you need to drag others down around you, to wallow in the same self-loathing and misery in which you’ve mired yourself? Does the sense of anonymity give you some sort of security that you can’t be traced to the abhorrent message you’ve sent?
Obviously, you’ve done very little research about IP addresses and the like, but I digress.
What exactly do you hope to accomplish by sending anything to anyone that encourages them to end their life? Why would you send such a statement to someone over something like fanfiction? You do realize what fanfiction is about, right? It’s about rewriting, yes, rewritinga story that many people already know, perhaps adding a new perspective and deepening the development of characters who may not have gotten the attention and insight they deserved.
That’s the beauty of fanfiction. You can delve into a character’s mind as you interpret it. Sure, not everyone will agree with one interpretation or another, and that’s okay! Not everyone likes Twilight, not everyone likes War and Peace. If you don’t like the way something is written, find something else you’ll enjoy and move on.
Or better yet, send a helpful, constructive critique to the author. Constructive criticism is the best way for anyone, no matter their craft, to improve upon their skills and move forward.
So before you send another thoughtless, loathsome quip, think of what you would like to see in your inbox. If you wouldn’t want that message in your inbox, then don’t send it. End of story.