Speaking of hate, I hate the fact that I quoted Taylor Swift for the title of this blog, but don't hold that against me. That annoying song is a part of pop culture and for argument sake, it fits the subject matter of today's blog.
I'm an avid user of Twitter. I don't have a high number of followers. Not many people privy to my unique stance on the world. In fact, I'm still yo-yoing in the vicinity of 250 followers, after four years. I still have fun with it, though. Trading comments, remarks and praises with my favourite celebrities.
Once in a while, though, I'm greeted with unwelcome comments, remarks aimed to discredit or belittle me, usually on a personal level. I generally ignore these comments, but once in a blue moon, a comment crosses before my eyes that I simply cannot leave alone.
One thing that I find most irresistible is my ability to point out the flaws, shortcomings and blatant mistakes that people make. Spelling errors, poor grammar or general stupidity, I find impossible to not point out, or even belittle, depending on it's severity.
I have a friend on Facebook, whom I continually correct spelling and grammar mistakes. She thinks I do it out of a need to make her feel stupid, despite my repeated assurances that I don't do it for that reason. Instead, I do it..., simply because I have no choice. It's as involuntary as deciding to breathe. The fact that I point out that her poor education is due to growing up in the city of Regina, Saskatchewan, IS by choice, but that's only because Regina is such a shit-hole. It's true. Look it up!
I have a friend on Facebook, whom I continually correct spelling and grammar mistakes. She thinks I do it out of a need to make her feel stupid, despite my repeated assurances that I don't do it for that reason. Instead, I do it..., simply because I have no choice. It's as involuntary as deciding to breathe. The fact that I point out that her poor education is due to growing up in the city of Regina, Saskatchewan, IS by choice, but that's only because Regina is such a shit-hole. It's true. Look it up!
Earlier today, while looking through my Twitter feed, I saw a posting from TMZ that remarked: #Breaking: ATL Hawks star, Thabo Sefolosha, in HEATED scuffle with NYPD officers... They offer up a video, which I did not click on because, frankly, I don't give a shit. I did, however, make a quick comment, which was meant as a humourous quip based on the fact that celebrities usually get special treatment over regular folks. "@TMZ Do the police not know that he's a celebrity? #DifferentRulesForCelebs" is what I wrote. Less than a minute later, I received a comment from a fellow by the Twitter handle of @prototypekicks, who began questioning my use of the word 'celebrity'. Back and forth we exchanged comments, each response I received, the more disparaging they got. I'm not proud of myself, but I deduced that this fellow was of limited education and the meaner he got, the meaner I got. Unfortunately, when I get mean, I go for blood, getting as vicious as I can. I go for the jugular, with hopes of offending the party so deeply, they'll give up and leave me alone.
I don't know who Thabo Sefolosha is. I don't watch basketball. I barely consider basketball as an actual sport. Given the terrible physical shape that I'm in, I consider any activity that I can do, can't actually be considered a sport. Even if I can't do it well, if I can still do it, it's not a sport. For instance, I'll never make it on the PGA circuit, but I can bang the f*ck out of a golf ball, and therefore golf is not a sport. That withstanding, the goofball, @prototypekicks, begins giving me the basketball player's stats and claiming that his lack of skill, prevents him from being a celebrity. Even though, by definition a celebrity is: A famous or well-known person.
@prototypekicks apparently did a check on my Twitter account, as he began attacking this very blog. Upon reciprocating and doing the same on his account, I gather that he possesses a fetish for sneakers as his photos are overrun with pictures of the gayest looking shoes I've ever seen. There's no way in hell that any self-respecting man would be seen wearing those shoes, unless it were while performing yard work or shoveling manure. Hashtag: Ugly as f*ck!
As Taylor Swift croons; Haters are gonna hate hate hate, and I'm certain that this isn't going to be the last Twidiot that crosses paths with me. Christ!!! I wish I was paid a dime for every f*ckwad that I exchange words with on Twitter OR Facebook. I've had to stop following many of my favourite wrestling sites on FB, due to assholes blanketing me with a horrendous barrage of hatred if I say anything negative about the WWE.
@prototypekicks apparently did a check on my Twitter account, as he began attacking this very blog. Upon reciprocating and doing the same on his account, I gather that he possesses a fetish for sneakers as his photos are overrun with pictures of the gayest looking shoes I've ever seen. There's no way in hell that any self-respecting man would be seen wearing those shoes, unless it were while performing yard work or shoveling manure. Hashtag: Ugly as f*ck!
As Taylor Swift croons; Haters are gonna hate hate hate, and I'm certain that this isn't going to be the last Twidiot that crosses paths with me. Christ!!! I wish I was paid a dime for every f*ckwad that I exchange words with on Twitter OR Facebook. I've had to stop following many of my favourite wrestling sites on FB, due to assholes blanketing me with a horrendous barrage of hatred if I say anything negative about the WWE.
In the end, assholes are going to continue to be gaping assholes, so long as a level of anonymity accompanies their dickishness. I could care less. I stand behind every stupid comment I make. I welcome any backlash that may come of it. I'm not afraid of any of these simple-minded fools. Chances are, I could Jedi Mind Trick most of them with the wave of my hand... Or simply jingle my keys to distract. I'm not saying I'm better than everyone I interact with on the internet, but DO say that I'm smarter than a majority of them.
"Water's wet. The sky is blue. Fact is, I'm way smarter than most of you!" - ToontownJuggalo, to the World Wide Web.
