Therapy for haters.

I was thinking about how my posts land differently, with different readers.

It seems I have a sweet little group of people who appreciate almost everything I write (cool, for sure!), and it’s my educated guess that there are also many people who read it, close the blog again, and get on with their day.

So there seems to be some direct and positive impact, AND -at best- some impact that’s not real impact yet, but might one day become just that.

Oh.

And then there are the people who are in a really bad place.

I’ve noticed that some of them find my posts very insulting and diminishing.

It’s like they believe that I’m describing their lives, and deliberately underline their failure to live it better than is currently the case.

Some people take what I write really personally in the most negative way possible, and blame me for not being realistic or not appreciating the complexity and darkness of their lives.

As if I don’t give a shit, as if I’m laughing my ass off because of their miserable existence, and my posts are vile ways to rub it in.

Let me tell you: when these people respond, angry and upset and offensive, I don’t like it very much.