Trolls gonna troll
Despite the slowing down of print sales, my greetings cards have been selling like hotcakes with Valentines Day and engagements and babies being birthed. I'm always shocked that people actually purchase my cards, not because they're rubbish but because the scary amount of competition out there. It is now widely acceptable to print and sell cards with rude sayings and the words 'vagina' 'cock' and 'shitfaced' on them which is great for me as vile crude humour comes very easily to my sordid brain. It's been hard just getting myself out there. I'm not the type of person that will go around liking and posting vacuous comments on everyone's posts in an attempt to try and get more followers. I'm actually pretty new to the whole hashtag/Instagram/social media promotion thing, so when I got 'trolled' the other day for posting one of my greetings cards along with a hashtag that happened to be the name of another card company I had never heard of, I was in shock.
I'm pretty thick-skinned. If you try and give me shit you will get 10 tonnes of the stuff right back at you. Sometimes I wish I was somebody that can just take the high road and not react but if my back is up I'm like a wild banshee. I like to think I've calmed down since popping a child out of my vagina. Having children puts things in perspective. I don't care about the petty stuff that used to rile me up. But this trolling shite can fuck off. I'm not sure it can even be classed as that, it's probably the most mild form of it in history. In curry terms it's the creamy korma of online abuse. It's not even really abuse, it was just two fake Instagram accounts provoking an argument but fuck me did it make my blood boil like a pan of potatoes on high heat for twenty gazillion hours.
Yes I'm a lame-arse for even reacting. I'm even lamer for screenshotting it and sending it to my friends. I expect I've made myself look unprofessional but when you have spent hours upon hours thinking of ideas, creating them, printing them, photographing them, promoting them and somebody takes it upon themselves to create a fake Instagram account and publicly accuse you of nicking another company's ideas or 'jumping on their bandwagon' it is completely dis-heartening. It's like my brain is on acid, constantly ticking over thinking of new ideas and new card slogans. I cannot draw for shit but I have taught myself how to do basic stuff on Adobe Illustrator. I am completely stepping outside of my comfort zone but I have finally found something I love doing and like hell will I be bashed on social media, but it got me thinking. If I can't handle two idiotic comments like this (and I am in no way a delicate little snowflake) how the hell do people in the public eye cope with being constantly scrutinised, abused, trolled and judged on a daily basis? I know the majority of well-known people avoid tabloids and the idle gossip they spew out but sooner or later they must come across it in some way or another. I have a new-found respect for those who have found themselves at the centre of media attention purely because their choice of occupation has forced them to be there. I'm not talking about the fame-hungry reality TV stars who constantly yearn for column inches; they're all self-absorbed, narcissistic twats. I'm talking about the people who have a genuine talent and a passion for their craft whether it's acting, singing, writing, directing, blogging, designing - I fucking salute you!
Everything is a learning curve and I have alot of growing to do on a personal and professional level. Should I be on the end of unwanted negative attention again I will use all of my might not to react. Or I might comment "DOES ANYBODY HAVE A SANDWICH, THIS TROLL NEEDS FEEDING"
Who know. Probably the latter.
The Kitschy Mumma