Tell ‘em, OM. Lol, you did it once again. Reminds me of my experience with a troll calling my father, and one of the trolls was someone I knew in real life. She told on me to my father and we’re both 28-years-old, like he’s not going to ground me for telling it like it is to her. Oh well, she’s getting her Karma and I’m getting my revenge by writing about what she did in my True Crime book.
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Two words get thrown around a ton on the internet and in real life these days. “Trolls” and “bullying” two things of which I have had my fair share of experience with. Often bloggers will preach to ignore them and they will go away. Or… you could use them as cannon fodder and blast their ignorance out into the internet. That sounds like a lot more fun to me.
I use blogger attacks on my website and on me personally as post ideas. It is amusing to me and I get a real kick out of it. Is it sometimes mean? Maybe, but I have never blogged about another blogger that didn’t draw first. And honestly they generally do it a ton of times such as my current troll that keeps churning out posts about me.
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So many people couldn’t care less how they present themselves, they still feel the need to say rude things to me anyway thinking there are no real consequences. I’m glad many viewers, OM, and others are happy they are not on my Wall of Shame and intend to not be on it. It’s like this one lady is just begging to be on it. She used to follow me around on the forums, posting after me calling me a “whiny little girl who makes everything about herself.” Then she kept saying condescending comments to anyone I was having a decent conversation with interjecting herself and saying something crass about me. It’s like she doesn’t care I have a Wall of Shame. She still does and says what she does, and even went so far as to review my first free published thing when she has no rights to when she would always complain about me talking about bullies so you know she’ll have a biased opinion of it. And I also dislike that person saying I can’t handle criticism. I thought I made myself very clear, why do people still continue to misinterpret my words? I’m glad it’s not a lot of people, only a few trouble makers. I can handle criticism just fine. What I DON’T tolerate is people reporting my comments and getting my responses deleted then downvoting my comments and up voting their own comments on many spam accounts. If you can’t handle the consequences for having an attitude, then think before you type/speak.
There’s a fine line between telling it like it is, and simply harassing someone. She has gone beyond, “Telling it like it is.” I hope she knows how lucky she is that I’m not going to put her name on there, but I do put her words and she knows what she says. I mean how many times do I have to tell someone if they don’t like me and/or my writing I don’t care? Keep your damn thoughts to yourself! I also said I don’t really care if anyone listens to her gossip! Congrats if she has people listening to her about me, not like I went out of my way to befriend those people. She can help me weed out the fake people who are easily influenced by her words instead of checking things out for themselves on what really happened.
If you’re not going to let me speak on the forums under my own pen name, you aren’t allowed the same respect. Now you know how it feels to be reported every three seconds and not being able to say anything. You know perfectly well why your comments get deleted.
Me: I’m writing an extended novel attempting to reform the bad people of this earth, think I can do it?
Friend: Sure you can!
Me: I don’t know. I wrote a short story collection called, The Phantom Menace: No Name No Face, and while I got almost 200 downloads from that and new readers, some one star review troll still trolled it, ignoring everything in the content that I wrote pointing out people’s terrible behaviors, calling my book “too short from a troubled soul.” I asked the dumb ass would he have given my book five stars if I actually wrote it longer or still one starred it, anyway? Of course, no response, just down voting my comment and getting my response deleted. Maybe I have to write a longer story then since bullies can’t take a hint in my short stories which I thought were well-written with an underlying message. I wouldn’t have published my short story collection had I thought it was incomplete! It was well worth the 99 cents, but I ended up making it free on Smash Words. I’m super thankful that most people who read my things do agree with me on how others act. It’s only a handful of people who are incredible trouble makers.
I feel like I just got the wind knocked out of me typing this blurb to the extended novel. Oh my, I amaze myself. It feels good putting my real anger into stories. This is my vengeance on those who betrayed me and got away with it (no, not talking about my lover from far away — I think he and I are in enough pain not being able to be together so easily). I’m talking about my former friends and any person from online who has harassed me for no good reason who is still talking crap about me to this day.
I repeatedly told these stupid people to not mess with me, to stop reporting my account on Amazon, to stop harassing me, and they did not want to listen. I think they thought I was kidding? #reapwhatyousow
I saw a post on the forums saying people shouldn’t write books to call out people, but in my case, I think it works for me. It depends on how you do it for it to work.
Oh my God! Yes, yes, and Yes! People who harass me get upset when they get written about in a bad light. I had some people over at the Amazon writing forum stalk and harass me, vote one star on my short stories, and now they’re pissed when I call them out for what they are. They never own up to anything instead they play the victims.
If people want to start crap with me, I’ll be sure to finish it. I cannot stand these people who think they’re tough then they’re surprised I have the guts to get them to sit the back down and shut up that they have to stalk me on every site I post to down vote my comments.
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It never ceases to amaze me how people cannot see the offense in their own words. They might be a “good person” and therefore color every phrase they make with rainbows and butterflies. That doesn’t mean that what you say won’t piss someone off. It is a good reminder for all bloggers that if you write it SOMEONE will see it.
I hate when people make bold statements on WP, FB, or twitter and then when they get backlash they immediately roll over with their four feet in the air. Grow a damn backbone or get the hell off social media! If you are in the habit of making bold posts then own those posts. Don’t come back the next day with a “I was crying all night I didn’t realize people would get so offended!”
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On January 05, 2014, my greatest story idea was born. I guess my LDR’s purpose was to give me an idea. I have been looking for my big break though on my first novel and I found it when I “met” him that night. I don’t know if we were ever meant for anything to happen in real life. It would have been nice if we worked at the same time as I am writing my story. I don’t know why, but I get jealous whenever I think of his past and who he met before me, why did they turn him down? He’s so nice, sweet, not to mention hot, like wtf were those girls’ problems before me? I would have dated him in a heart beat had I lived closer to him and I would have kept him. Then again, all those heart aches he and I had before we met each other had to happen so he and I could meet when we did. Had one thing gone out of line, he and I would have never met.
As much as everyone who understands me and him would like us together, it’s just not going to happen and I’m done waiting. I’m done dealing with finding a stable relationship. There’s obviously not anyone for me because I give my loyalty 100% and I get 0% in return. I’m the best girlfriend I can ever be, and distance, time, money, were the only issues…well biggest of all: lack of faith. I could have given him everything he has ever dreamed of with someone, and more.
Oh well, I guess I’m too good to be with anyone since no one would do the things for me that I would do for him. I’m sick of putting 300% in and getting -1000000% back.
I know people are very much looking out for my well being that I should not hang onto my LDR, but I don’t know how I can forget a person when all my stories I write are about us. Even if we aren’t talking, I will still be writing about him since that is what my story is about: our long distance adventures. I don’t know. I hope this book I write to him will bring us closer together. I just can’t imagine myself with anyone else.
I used to like this one in town guy a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot, not as much as my long distance interest, though. However, I knew sooner or later something was going to come up and things not work out. It took me a long while to get over this guy, Brian. He is a twin but he and his brother look nothing alike. I thought wow, a nice, sweet, hot guy finally likes me and is finally available and is finally not a douche. I thought most of the hot guys I ran into were douche bags and was like there is no way this hot guy is single, available, and for me. Something is going to happen. I was right. When we were about to meet once Brian got back from college, he kept flaking out and then finally told me why. I was disappointed. For months and months I dreamed of him a lot. I don’t know when I got over him, but I did. I thought I was never going to get over him.
I talked to two more townies after that before I just gave up on townies all together because they play too much for distance not being an issue. I hate how townies mislead me for months acting like something is going to happen then it doesn’t even though they can easily see me.
When I finally met The One for me, I tried to think of him like I thought of Brian, but I just keep thinking to myself, “I can’t imagine myself with anyone else.” And I’ve attempted to talk to different people so I know what I have when I have it. I have told my LDR before he is not helping anything when I’m the only one trying for us. If he wants me then he needs to make this work, too, not just me.
Usually, I don’t let bullies bully me off a forum, not even if they’re reporting every post I make. However, if I wanted to post at Amazon KDP forum without them reporting every damn post I make, I had to make a new forum name. It was just a waste of my time trying to give helpful advice to actual forum users who aren’t there to get snarky and demean posters when these morons would constantly report my good writing and blogging advices on the name they know me as. I’ve seen a couple of new posters sign up with their accounts there at the same time as my new account. I’m not going to say which one is me because any one of those new accounts could be me and it’s been nice posting in peace at last. Unfortunately, I had to say for the sake of my sanity, it was a waste of my time trying to let some of them know I’m not leaving the forum.
I’m not letting them fuckers think they can see the last of me on there. What gets on my last nerves about some of these posters is that they claim to follow forum rules. They certainly don’t. Reporting people’s posts whether it’s on topic or not is not following forum rules. The report abuse button is used to report hostile posts, not useful writing information. Cyber bullying people they don’t like off the forum is NOT following forum rules. How can some of them sit there and say they follow forum rules when they know deep down they don’t?
Sometimes they’ll have attitudes speaking with posters. I can only count less than a handful of professional posters who have never gotten themselves involved in the drama and actually ignore it all. And it is certainly not the obnoxious posters who think they are “helpful” and “nice.”
I really have issues with people who think they can call me a “whiny little girl” when they see me wallow in my self pity. I have every right to be in it and if they don’t like it they can read something else. Just because it works for some people to ignore the wrongs people do, doesn’t mean I’m going to act like that. I’m not going to pretend something isn’t bothering me when it is. I’m barely having a writing career and already people are harassing me as if I was a big name author. I’m not going to tolerate this crap, period. The only reason sometimes I feel certain people tell me to ignore things is because they can still continue to do and say bad things about me and since I won’t be defending myself from it, people will listen to them more when I have nothing to say about it. I don’t change myself to be out of my misery because it works for me, and it actually enhances my writing. I’ve stopped caring a long time ago what people thought about me, especially who don’t wish to be my actual reader or real friends on top of that so it’s like why bother to change my outlook on life when they don’t understand me to begin with?
I used to ask some people what can I do to stop responding to the negativity? The negative people harassed me enough to the point where I don’t care what they have to say even if it might be “helpful.” They said it in rude, condescending ways and I don’t listen to people when they talk to me like that, especially. Point taken, Lol! I’m not how they say I am anyway so I don’t listen to it.
I’ve decided to call this a memoir or a collection of true crime stories. I’ve got 20,000+ words written so far. I don’t know how long I want this to be, though. I’m not wanting to waste my time writing cyber crimes when I know those people aren’t going to change. I’m going to publish this book first to see if that fake one star review troll will be back because I’m not putting my romance project out for that bully to vote one star on it so this is a test project to see if the bully will vote one star just because it has issues with me personally. It really irritates me when people think they can accuse me of shit when they’re doing the things they accuse me of doing. I keep my beef on the forums and blogs, I don’t do some petty shit like find people’s books and vote one stars on it the way they do my books.
They start the beef, I finish it! Since they didn’t want to end this little drama fest of theirs when I wrote the first short story (their drama, not my drama even though they like to claim it is my drama), oh I’m writing a longer thought out true crime list. Writing long stories isn’t my thing yet. I’m known to write short stories after all.
Man, are people wasting my time. Hopefully I can get my revenge by writing stories about their bad behaviors and making money off it. I want to write it long enough to where people can see a lot of the preview in the “Look Inside” so they’ll be interested in reading the rest. I’m not going to charge much for this story since it’s basically a blog-like story, just a longer version, so I’ll make it around seventy-five cents as an introduction to my other books. I add stories I haven’t posted here before into my series, too.
Today I just got a message on Facebook from one of my best friend’s daughters trying to start crap with me. The 19-year-old, who doesn’t want to go to school, doesn’t want to work, doesn’t want to do anything with herself. She can’t cook, can’t wash her own clothes, can barely drive. She’s got a lot of balls to think she can talk down on me after all that I do for her mom. I didn’t wake up at 3 in the morning every day for weeks driving her mom to work before she found a ride so her bum ass kids can disrespect me like that. She always rants to me how her kids do nothing for her, too. They always get into trouble, and cause her a lot of grief.
Those kids always give dirty stares and looks whenever her mom pays for my meals or gives me gas money as if her money goes all to them and no one else. I don’t have to take time out of my day to drive their mom around or go to the store for them when I’ve got my own things to do. I help her because friends help each other. These kids are spoiled and selfish. They said they will never buy their friends food or anything. At the end, when family is gone, all that is left are friends and if you aren’t going to help me as a friend, I won’t help you.
Her spoiled daughter even brags how she was always a trouble maker as if that was a proud thing for her to do knowing she was always a bad kid. She complains that no one does anything for her. She doesn’t do anything for anyone that would do something for her so she gets what she gives.