The only troll, good troll, I can tolerate in my life right now is Diablo (the black kitty above). I can put up with all his constant nagging and meowing and the diabolic kitten energy that is filling up my life right now. But other than that, all the other trolls are forever blocked in my life. Yes, you heard that right, blocked. As in silenced yeah. As far as I know, I can pretty much do anything in my life right now. And I decided that in these fragile times, I have no room for negativity in my mind.
Because I am scared of them. I hide behind the diabolic name, but y'know, I am just a scaredy-cat here.
The existence of trolls and creeps is the more reason I don't want to expose my info here on this blogosphere. Yes, I do have trust issues. Like some men on these dating apps ask, why don't you have lots of pictures, why don't you have FB? You must be hiding something! Like oh my Gawd maybe it's not me, it's you. And just because I choose not to divulge personal stuff does not mean I am hiding something. It is probably because I am scared of pyscho creeps lurking around the internet. I mean, this is their space too.
Gawd, I must have been watching a lot of these Obsession/ Serial Killer documentaries on Netflix and I don't know why. Maybe just to scare myself even more. They are mildly entertaining though and make me even become more aware of my actions and surroundings. Times are different. This whole pandemic is unleashing the demons and paranoia among us.
I imagine trolls are the ones like in these documentaries. Something must have happened in their lives that turned them into such monsters. Everything must have been pretty much deep-seated and rooted in their childhood. Mama must not have given them attention enough so they have turned into these full-blown trolls. I mean, they need help obviously. They should be helped before they turn into something else harming the rest of humanity. Unfortunately, nobody paid them attention so they go after their prey.
This is probably why I am swarming my kitten all the love and attention he needs or else he'd become feral like his Mama.
To those who are new to my blog, at some point in my Steemit/Hive life, I've had some trolls. There are some tolerable trolls and there are some who are not. Those who find joy in spewing vitriol all over - and won't stop. Sure, there's huge engagement back then. And I am 
After living on this island and totally immersing myself with people of the sun's way of life, it kind of gave me a different perspective. I can attribute this sudden change mainly to bad experiences. Because experiences do teach us, and for some understandable reason, I've focused on the bad. So, I put up walls around me to protect myself from these real-life trolls who literally exhaust my resources and strength. I just have to block these energy vampires or there will be nothing left of Me.
Humans tend to cling on to their basket of dogmas and beliefs. They justify their actions just to be consistent. Even if something is really downright irrational and obvious, people would do anything just to be in line with their beliefs. Because if you prove otherwise, then you are crazy.
So, I guess I've changed. Over the past three years, I felt like I flipped the switched and now I see things differently. It is like being given a chance to have a different angle.
And if I start blurting out my opinions again, most of you, won't even like it. It will only feel like an attack. These thoughts are reserved to my dearest closest friends who know me inside and out. Who I know won't judge me for these.
I even question the idea of free speech these days. Does it mean we can pretty much just say anything we want to anyone and deem those who are easily hurt by our words as softies and victims? Hell, there's a difference between disagreeing without attacking and disagreeing while aggressively imposing your beliefs on someone. Because honestly, we have a problem with the latter. I don't know what's up with these attention-deficit people who want to be constantly right about something on the internet. It is as if you can easily change someone's belief by mere comments and rebuttals. You got to live the experience and take it from there.
I turned my blog into a bit of a daily personal journal instead of a triggering essay or article about politics and societal issues not because I hate those who disagree and attack me, but because like I said, I no longer thrive on this toxic reedit type of scene and most importantly, I don't want creeps (well, because they are scary and I don't want them knocking on my door) on my blog. I've had enough trolls in real life seriously. My personal blog space, my choice of topics. If this is all about Me, and you have a problem with it, you are free to find other blogs to follow. Simple!
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