I’m really pleased that someone found me important enough to insult.
Okay, this is not the first time I’ve been insulted, so it’s not a big deal, but the message came at a time I was about to write a blog, and I thought this as good a topic as any.
Here, the insult was posted on my Facebook wall:
Of course, the initial reaction of receiving an insult or criticism is often shock and dismay.
But then you get over it very quickly because you start wondering who could have sent it.
Then you reach the only possible conclusion:
Somewhere out there is a sad, lonely, angry person who is jealous of me, my looks, my abilities, my success (any combination of all that).
I honestly feel some pity for this person and I’m even sorry to have unwittingly caused someone distress simply by existing.
The last thing I want is to have anyone feel bad on account of me.
But then, feeling pity for an anonymous stranger can’t solve anything, so I can’t focus on that. If my critics want to say stuff to my face in person, I will welcome it and sincerely extend to them my greatest sympathies.
But since I don’t know who this person is, I am instead focusing on the fact that insults empower me. They are proof that I am someone. Honestly, you wouldn’t walk up to a nobody in the middle of the street and start insulting him because he’s a nobody.
So, to all my critics, thank you for your kind affirmation of my success. I hope you find your own success eventually.
Update: I just found out a few minutes after posting this entry that my critic has deleted his insult from my wall. Hmm, the mystery thickens.