An Open Letter To Online Negative Commentators

Dear Hidden Villain,

As I’m trying to break into the world of online blogging, I have noticed that you always have something to say and it’s almost never positive. What’s up with that? I guess your world is comprised of cynical assholes rather than inspired life lovers. And for that, I feel sorry for you.

No one summoned you for your two cents, because they are worthless, yet here you are again. You must have a hard time comprehending the idea that you are unwanted, unsolicited and downright obnoxious. As a writer, I’m always chasing perfection and that mother fucker is fast. I don’t need you lagging behind me reminding me of how far I still need to go. But hey, thanks for drawing attention to my post. I appreciate the publicity. I write to move people, and if it moves you negatively, I have accomplished my goal. What have you accomplished? I put myself out there. I don’t hide behind a computer screen with some shitty, juvenile screen name. I may make mistakes but at least I’m not a judgmental coward lingering in the shadows.

My writing is very sacred to me. I beat myself up a lot as it is. Is this post worthy? Does that even sound right? Can people relate to me? Am I even funny? Writing is my main form of self-expression and up until recently, I wrote for myself and myself only. I can’t sing and I can’t paint, so this, this very text you are reading now, is me, a piece of my soul that I’m sharing with strangers, such as yourself. As scary as it is to put myself out there, especially knowing that you are out there waiting to pounce, at least I’m growing from every sentence I share. At least I’m keeping creativity alive. Every negative comment you make pushes you further from being an actual productive member in society.

Naturally, when I read through your negative comments about how my perspective sucks, it feels like you have poked tiny holes in my heart and every day I’m reminded of the slow leak. I’ll give it to you, forgetting about the slow leak is tough. It is dull and weak, just like yourself, however, it is constant. It is a constant reminder that everyday I’m doing what I love. Are you? I’d imagine the answer is no, unless of course you strive to be a creativity knocker.

After reading your uninspiring banter, my attitude has generally been “ugh, I suck, I’m such a disappointment”. However, in my new found confidence, I’ve decided that my approach to your negativity is “it’s easier to judge then to express yourself and therefore, you and your cyber peanut gallery can fuck off”. With this new perspective, I find that I’m slowly letting go of my quest for flawlessness and learning from the mistakes I’ve made. I’m not striving to reach the realm of precision anymore, to be quite honest, I no longer have intentions of living in that castle.

It’s easy to judge me. It’s easy to say you’d write it better. It’s easy to say that my life experience is uninspiring. But what’s not easy is to actually write it. You and I have something in common. We both experience things each and every day. The difference between you and I is that I have the ability to actually materialize those experiences and breathe life into them through the written word. I have the ability to reincarnate past life experiences. What can you do? You can type a giant run on sentence in the comment section. Congratulations, I’m so jealous of your skill set. How about this? How about you try to create something fresh and new, instead of seeping into the depths of pessimism.

Your comments are written in a way that implies that you are better than me. When in fact you aren’t. I’m creative, raw, and vulnerable. You are jaded, corrupt and unoriginal. You mock me for my writing style, but hey, at least I have a style, at least I have a voice. A voice too large for the small comment section that you live in.

You got one thing right, I’m not perfect, but that’s something I’m okay with. If you can do it better and if I suck so badly, then I challenge you to do it. My guess is you are too scared to expose yourself, your thoughts, and your true identity. So keep it up Concealed Antihero, you’ve accomplished so much already.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

Erin Jean

Erin Jean is a Boston based smart mouth who lives in suburbia with her kick-ass husband, yes you read that correctly, I'm a married woman, people! She graduated from Endicott College in 2010 with a degree in Contemporary Journalism. She loves tattoos, writing, and slush (it’s an addiction people). When she is not working for the man, she is riding on the back of motorcycles, online shopping, and reminiscing about her younger years. A typical week consists of watching too much Bad Girls Club, mentally preparing for a zombie apocalypse, and trying to get a body like Mila Kunis (please insert laughter here). Feel free to stalk her life via pictures @mrsbadnews13 or on twitter @erinlissa

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