I’m one of these people that subscribe to the idea that if you really don’t have anything nice (or constructive) to contribute then you should keep your opinions to yourself. I am the kind of person who thinks that everything happens for a reason, looks for the good in people, and trusts too easily.. Which is probably why I don’t really understand the whole concept of trolling. In my opinion, if all you want to do is rip someone to shreds and spout hateful (usually badly spelt and lacking in even a basic concept of grammar) tweets/comments at someone then you really should be evaluating what is going wrong in your life.
The whole issue of trolling is everywhere lately, especially since the arrest (and subsequent bailing) of an abusive tweeter who told Tom Daley that he had ‘let his Dad down’. It’s a vile comment to make to someone so talented but the really sad thing is that this is not the only time someone has ever done it.
Nowadays you can share anything and everything you like with anyone and everyone you have ever met. But the problem is that now that there’s a platform, there is also a large number of idiots who insist on climbing upon it and infuriating the rest of us with their mind numbing rubbish. You only have to glance quickly at the number of comments on websites like the Daily Mail, or count the number of people who tweet ridiculous (and often violent) insults to anyone who is remotely famous or well known.
What I don’t understand is why people who put themselves out there and who want to make a name for themselves (be it through actually doing something worthwhile or through embarrassing themselves on a faux reality tv series) automatically warrant a barrage of abuse? Just because you want to do something which means your work is in the public eye, does not mean that you are anymore thick skinned than the next person.
I know that when I first started writing I was a little bit terrified that people I knew would see something with my name printed at the bottom, and that immediately I’d be chastised for writing something that was ‘no good’ or be made fun of. It’s only been in the last year or so that I’ve reached a point where I can be a little bit proud of my work and accept that no matter what you write or how good you are, someone is going to disagree. I think that’s largely to do with the fact that I’ve realised it’s something that I want to work at and improve. And guess what, the only way to do that is to keep writing.
This is where the blogging came in.. blogging was something I dove into as a way of developing my voice, through all my raving and rants. But much like my writing, when I first started blogging I was really shy about it. Only a handful of friends knew about my blog and I didn’t actively promote it on any social platform. It was as though I was happy for strangers to read my thoughts but I was uncomfortable with people who really knew being able to see what I was writing about. And although my confidence has improved, I still have my own insecurities.. (which I’m embarrassed to admit) have prevented me from actually making a facebook page to promote the blog. Even though I love that my friends will take the time out to read my scribbles, there’s a little part of me that’s still anxious and waiting for someone to make fun.