Showing posts with label judgmental asshats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label judgmental asshats. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 7, 2024

Insecure Writers Support Group 7 February 2024

 

I think I'll just leave this rubbish here.

February 7 question: What turns you off when visiting an author's website/blog? Lack of information? A drone of negativity? Little mention of author's books? Constant mention of books?

I don’t blog very much anymore, but back when I was more prolific, I was one of those bloggers who got a lot of flak for writing too much about too many different things and also having too many blogs. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had undiagnosed ADHD. As has happened to me all my life, people took a dump on me for the fact that my brain works differently.

I also took a lot of crap for writing about my psychological struggles. At the time, I had been misdiagnosed with type 2 bipolar disorder. The diagnosis seemed to fit because there was a pattern of ups and downs. I didn’t realize until I was in my fifties that I had complex PTSD and was dealing with a fuck-ton of untreated trauma. I won’t go in depth here, but I think “borderline personality disorder” is a sexist, bullshit diagnosis. It is the modern-day hysterical neurotic. (I’m old enough that I’ve had both of these labels applied to me.)

Every single person with a “borderline personality disorder” label slapped on them has a history of trauma. The label is overwhelmingly applied to women and girls. If you are looking at someone with a “borderline personality disorder” diagnosis, you are looking at someone with unresolved trauma issues. Treat the trauma and you will see an improvement in the so-called “borderline personality disorder.”

When it comes to blogging, I used to be a much more open book. I saw how well that worked, so I closed the book. I learned a hard lesson that I’m never going to find “my tribe.” I’m a lone wolf, a unique entity, an acquired taste that most people don’t acquire. I’m not looking for validation anymore.

As for the drone of constant negativity, I’d much rather read someone’s real and honest discussion of their mental health issues than happen upon “Little Miss Sweet Tea and Sunshine” (yes, this is really what she called her blog and/or herself) who was, under her syrupy veneer, one of the most toxic people I’ve ever encountered.

“I simply don’t underSTAND those people who can’t see the BEAUTY in life,” she opined. “How can you go through life wallowing in self-pity? I just don’t GET it!”

People like this don’t want to get it. They don’t know or care what anyone else may have been through or are going through. They are best left well alone. As turn-offs go, Little Miss Sweet Tea and Sunshine’s blog is probably the one that turned me off the most.

If I go to a book blog, I expect to see posts about books. The idea that someone could think there were too many posts about books on a blog about books is a real head-scratcher.

If there aren’t enough posts about books on a blog? Well, it’s that person’s blog. They can post about whatever they want.


This is Judgy Troll.
He is full of unsolicited and unhelpful "advice."
Really he just likes putting other people down to make himself feel tough.
Don't be a Judgy Troll.

Sometimes people expect others to be professional content creators and judge personal blogs by unreasonable standards. For these people, I would advise that the blog’s creator didn’t make the blog for you. Don’t be a sanctimonious ass.

The message I get from the various blog rules and regulations is a muddled one. Do this. But not too much of this. Don’t do that. But do some of that. Your blog should have a personal touch. But not too personal a touch. Readers want to see pictures of your pets, but they really don’t give a flying flock about pictures of your pets. Readers want to know more about you as a person—no, not THAT much!

I say write what you like how you like.

Perhaps I have “oppositional defiant disorder.” That’s a new one I just learned about. It translates to being an ornery cuss. I’m ornery because I got sick and tired of people telling me what I could and couldn’t do, and what I did was never good enough for them. I finally said to hell with it and decided to do things my way.

On a personal note, constantly being harshly judged and told everything I did or enjoyed was wrong led me to becoming the kind of person who is only capable of forming superficial relationships. Any person you engage with online may be in a fragile place. It's better to do a little walking on eggshells than to behave like the proverbial bull in a China closet.

Ornery Owl Has Spoken


Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors

Ornery Owl is done with everyone's shyyyyt.




Wednesday, April 14, 2021

WTF Wednesday: Some People Just Suck

Things that make you facepalm.

This is a response to a post on Quora.

https://qr.ae/pGTY3P

Leigh says:

I was working in a upscale Canadian restaurant while 7 months pregnant. It was later in the evening and I was serving two older British tourists, both women in their late 60’s. They were polite for the most part. As I delivered their meal one of the ladies asked “when are you due?” And I answered honestly. The other lady asked “do you know what you’re having” and I replied with a smile “it’s a girl”. What she said next will stay with me forever because I still can’t believe that someone could be so rude. She said “well let’s hope she aspires to be something more than a waitress”. I was floored, speechless, utterly aghast. I walked away immediately and asked my manager to continue looking after that table because I couldn’t bear to approach it again after being insulted so badly. My manager walked up to the table, took their only-just-started plates off the table and told them to leave the restaurant immediately, that they weren’t welcome. I’ll also never forget the way he stood up for me that day.

Cie says:

Good on your manager. My son’s fifth-grade teacher was a real piece of work. One time when I was talking to her and I said it was my hope for him to do better than I had in life. She said, “yes, we certainly don’t want him ending up being a waitress like his mother.”

I said “lady, I’m leaving now before I do something you’ll regret.

I later found out that this woman was singling my son out as a bad example because he fidgeted in class. She would keep him behind when the other kids were sent to lunch, and when she finally allowed him to go, they weren’t serving anymore, so he went hungry. He never told me until the end of the school year.

My son has ADHD, and this woman and the principal tried to force me to put him on Ritalin. I wouldn’t do it so they expelled him from the school.

The story has a bit of a humorous ending. Many years later when my son was in his 20s, this woman came to his apartment campaigning for some local candidate or other. He recognized her but pretended not to. She finally said, “Don't you remember me, Michael? I was your fifth-grade teacher.”

He said “yep,” and shut the door.

My son is normally very polite, but he had nothing nice to say to this woman who had emotionally abused him during his fifth-grade year. I guess he was being polite nonetheless by not giving her the earful that she deserved.