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Respect Yourself a.k.a Don't Be An Arsehole!

I think the phenomenon has existed through the entirety of human history, however, the advent of the internet and the ability to reach a great many people without ever having to reveal your true identity has just made this phenomenon blow out of all proportion...

The phenomenon I speak of is sometimes referred to as a 'troll', but the more I encounter or witness this behaviour, the more I'm inclined to feel the term 'arsehole' is far more appropriate. You see, trolls can be cute. Trolls can even grant wishes. Troll are a much maligned creature...

An arsehole is what it is. It spews shite and smells just as sweet. Generally speaking it's ugly and people most having an overwhelming urge to wash with a scrubbing brush any time they come in contact with one.

So, yep, your average interfering, judgemental internet busy-body is pretty much an arsehole spewing shite, in my experience.

People who do this have no self-respect. Why put yourself through typing out a comment for the sole aim of ripping into someone; very often someone who has already stated that they are feeling miserable.

So, you're smarter than they are, and you have contempt for how they run their lives. Whoopy doo for you. You're not smart enough to understand the basics of making friends and influencing people... You want to help someone change their choices or their attitude, don't start by attacking them.

Being an arsehole only achieves having the vast majority of people think your full of shit and you stink and they desperately need to wash after coming in contact with you.

Nobody cares for your opinion, it's a simple fact. Your words are lost on people.

In Iceland we having belief that people are born with a certain number of words, and when they've used them up, they die. Do you really want to waste your words convincing people you're an arsehole?

Stop it.

For your own sake. Love yourself enough to think before expressing your every thought and judgement. Most of us judge other people, the difference between most of us and you is that we have enough self-respect to not go ahead and present ourselves as arseholes.

Have I written the word ARSEHOLE enough for you, now?

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Don't be one.

I'm sure you have great qualities. I'm sure under all that fear you live with that other people are getting more than you (more sympathy, more help, more attention), there is a lovely person struggling to be recognised. Give that person a chance. Respect yourself.

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Comments

Jayne said…
Yep. Internet trolls are cowards and arsehats. Making anon snarky comments is not clever, it's pathetic. Own your words.
Miss Cinders said…
*claps loudly*

Awesome.

xxx
Rhianna said…
Well said Sif. If only more people had been taught as children "if you've got nothing nice to say then ot's best to say nothing
Kate Sins said…
Brava! Anonymous or not, nasty comments are counterproductive and not in the spirit of this wondrous blogging community.
Sif Dal said…
Thanks guys. I don't get it. I can't imagine wanting to visit the blog of someone you have very little to no respect for and posting a comment which will only draw other people's dislike of you and all you stand for? What is the point??? I don't get it at all.

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