There’s Nothing Like Being Rushed to Hospital to Make You Realize the Insignificance of Online Trolls
When you’re hooked up to an IV, the last thing you think is “I must reply to that person who hated my opinion”
Finally, the drugs had kicked in through the IV line that had become my new best friend, sending much-needed hydration and painkillers into my system.
For the first time in many hours, I could check my phone. It buzzed as I picked it up. A new email from Medium informing me that someone had left a comment.
I clicked on it and saw that it was some angry dude, upset that my opinion had contradicted his own.
I laughed, threw my phone back in my bag, and fell asleep.
At that moment, I can’t tell you how much I didn’t give a fuck about someone somewhere in the world getting their y-fronts in a tangle over something I had written on the internet.
And it’s a feeling I’m determined to hang on to.
You should too. No hospitals required.
The first time always hurts the most
My first experience with a shitty online comment was really weird because it was super personal. Some dude…
