You know already how I enjoy writing this blog.
It’s what I do. I enjoy getting told that I am a “prolific” blogger. Now and then, though, I have to stop and watch some of the reactions that come from those read my musings.
Those who like what I write respond to those who dislike my point of view. The reverse of that is true, too.
I have been watching a few readers of this blog go at each other hammer and tong.
Regrettably, though, these exchanges get personal. They get nasty. They become an insult contest. They also become a sort of a “Can You Top This” game, where one individual offers a smart-aleck retort to something that comes from some unknown adversary. I say “unknown” because quite often the antagonists are acquainted only through whatever social medium they see this blog; Facebook is the most common platform I use to distribute my blogging spewage.
Back and forth they go. Seemingly forever. They wear me out, man!
Watching these exchanges play out as a result of something that comes from my fingers simply reinforces my self-imposed rule: Don’t get into a pi**ing match, particularly with someone you don’t know; everyone always gets wet.
However, it does give me a chance to watch and to revel at times in the snark that emanates from those who like to one-up someone on the other side.
If only they would avoid the meanness.