There are now four people who read this blog and I am thankful that there are four people in this world who are gracious enough to use some of their precious and limited time to read the articles I post. Because it is only four people, you can imagine my surprise when I opened up my blog this morning to start writing something new and saw that there were 17 comments.
The comments were in the spam catcher. So I opened it to see that the last number of posts have generated comments from different people, names I didn’t recognize. Because not everything that lands in the spam catcher is actually spam, I looked and spent a few minutes reading each comment. It took less than 20 seconds: each one was worded exactly the same way:
“great post on an interesting subject. As I read it, I kept hoping that something would fall from the sky and crush me to put an end to my misery of wasting time reading this…”
Spam comments across five different posts. At least, I am hoping they are spam comments. My heart sank. Mine is a teeny tiny blog. I can not imagine what would attract the attention of spammers.
I didn’t know if I should try to understand it or just accept it as a mean thing that some people do and chalk it up to the experience of writing a personal blog.
Understanding it is a challenge.
To this day, I have yet to find any way to understand intentional meanness and intentional spite and intentional callous, hurtful behaviour toward other human beans, so I am left with accepting it as a stupid thing that some people do and chalk it up to the experience and the price of keeping a blog.
I like getting critical feedback: it’s helpful and productive and I get to learn from it and I get to talk to people about different things and the end product is always better.
Is it mean of me if for two seconds I hope that the Warner Brother’s Acme Anvil falls out of the sky on the spammers and knocks some sense into all of them?