Hello, Dear Readers.
Well, Papabear was trolled once again. This particular troll was quite clever. He tried to portray himself as someone needing my help, someone desperately trying to make sense out of life. But when I tried to give him some positive advice, he not only slammed me down but viciously attacked me to the point I had to finally block him.
I will be honest here: I just don't get trolls. Papabear tries hard to always see the good side of people. I try to see that, if they act badly, there is a reason for it, such as they have had a very painful life and are lashing out.
But after three or four experiences with trolls, I have to come to the conclusion, sad as it might be, that there are, in fact, some people out there who are simply giant assholes unworthy of any respect. (Yes, I know, trolls feed off reactions, even reactions like this one, but I wanted to have some closure here before initiating a policy in which I will simply no longer reply in any form to trolls).
Curious, I did a little research and found this article, which sums it up rather nicely. Trolls are twisted, sadistic, nasty people who get their jollies out of hurting others. This makes them the worst possible kind of people in my book.
So, to all you trolls out there, this is for you. Despite all your efforts, you will not shake my resolve to help others, you will not put a stop to this column, and you will not make me lose my faith in love and the Great Spirit.
You no longer upset me. I no longer worry about why you are the way you are. And, unlike the other wonderful people who write to me, I no longer care about you and will no longer try to help you (and that's coming from an empath!) Congratulations. You have officially alienated the last furry on the planet who might have given a damn about you.
You can kiss my...
P.S. I'm leaving the comments posted below. Apparently, I have been writing this column for nearly five years only because I need validation from other people and to feel important because I am emotionally damaged. Gee, thanks a lot. This is the thanks I get for spending hundreds of hours trying to help people? Really? REALLY? Someone tries to help others and bares his soul online in an effort to show that he has empathy for others and he gets nailed as an egotistical jerk?
You know what? I wake up every morning crying my eyes out because Jim is dead. At night I lay down in an empty bed (well, except for sweet Ernie the Wonder Dog), and yet I drag myself to the keyboard and try to help people because it is the only way I feel I have any meaning in my life anymore.
If that makes me a bad person who is only doing this to suck validation out of strangers, then I guess I'm a selfish, needy twerp.
Thanks for pointing that out, Rouge and Lego Man.
BOTTOM LINE is this (and, Rouge, since you're so concerned about evidence, this is for you in particular): this column HAS helped people. And, yes, I am proud of that.
What have YOU done to make this world that you complain about so much a better place?
My name is Kevin Hile. I live in Cathedral City, California. If you want my phone number, you can email me using a form. Who the hell are you, really? Cowards hide behind pseudonyms. I challenge you to leave your name and email here on this site so that people can contact you (I could post your emails myself, but I promised people I wouldn't do that, but let's see if you are willing to have people contact you directly).
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