Don't feed the trolls
Oct. 23rd, 2005 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matilda36One of my guilty pleasures, especially during the worst days of my cough (which is starting to slowly improve, now that I have finished the antibiotics and started the eleuterococcus, but life is still so tiring nowadays...and I am tired of getting tired)is the official forum of the Italian version of Celebrity Survivors. It's a trashy show with a trashy forum and has no mods whatsoever at the weekend. Trolls know it and regularly come fishing.
I have been on the net long enough to know not to feed the troll, but at the moment my brain works like that of a 5 year old with a whooping cough and cabin fever, so i thought that having a pissing contest with a troll was better than to have an hissy fit with those I care about (family, friends and f-list).
The long and short of it is that even at my moodiest I am not as psycho as a troll and this girl has left me and a few other forum members bruised. Her psychotic fury and manipulation of other people's posts leave me sad. She is clearly an intelligent woman and yet she choose to spend her week-end creating fake personalities and harrassing people, hiding behind a nickname.
Well. Looking at it this way, my slow and tiring recovery looks very diffferently. Yesterday i spent the afternoon with friends and bought myself a beautiful pair of earings (with flirting Ephestus included). Today I cleaned the house, had lunch with Giuliana, and watched some early CSI Miami (before Horatio became a saint). Tomorrow I am not going out, but I have my quiet plans, and some gorgeous cauliflower pasta awaiting me. I am lucky, very lucky. Because even at my moodiest I am at peace with myself.
May our night be restful and our dreams be insightful.
Blessed be.
I have been on the net long enough to know not to feed the troll, but at the moment my brain works like that of a 5 year old with a whooping cough and cabin fever, so i thought that having a pissing contest with a troll was better than to have an hissy fit with those I care about (family, friends and f-list).
The long and short of it is that even at my moodiest I am not as psycho as a troll and this girl has left me and a few other forum members bruised. Her psychotic fury and manipulation of other people's posts leave me sad. She is clearly an intelligent woman and yet she choose to spend her week-end creating fake personalities and harrassing people, hiding behind a nickname.
Well. Looking at it this way, my slow and tiring recovery looks very diffferently. Yesterday i spent the afternoon with friends and bought myself a beautiful pair of earings (with flirting Ephestus included). Today I cleaned the house, had lunch with Giuliana, and watched some early CSI Miami (before Horatio became a saint). Tomorrow I am not going out, but I have my quiet plans, and some gorgeous cauliflower pasta awaiting me. I am lucky, very lucky. Because even at my moodiest I am at peace with myself.
May our night be restful and our dreams be insightful.
Blessed be.
