A Man Called Me, The Writer, A Troll. So That’s What I Will Be For This Article.

It was 3 AM when I burst out laughing at the thought of me being a troll.

Sir, why on god’s earth would you expect me to respond? Do you not know that you are beneath me? As Mr. Krabs said, “I wouldn’t even spit in your direction.”

I will admit that I do not read all of my comments. This means that I also do not delete any of them, either. Anyone who says any disparaging things about me or my work probably won’t be blocked. Because I don’t know what they’re saying in the first place.

I have two unwritten rules for my time and energy as it pertains to protecting my brain from idiots:

First, I refuse to read any comments as soon as I wake up, especially from men. They always completely miss the point, just as much as they enjoy missing the clitoris with their tongues and grubby ass fingers. They see the word man and lose their everlasting minds. I made the mistake of reading my comments once my eyes opened one time. I learned my lesson after one fucking time! A man wrote a goddamn novel underneath my “Married Mothers and Their Disdain for Single Childfree Women” article and I literally felt like I lost brain cells. Guys, I was dizzy from the lack of reading comprehension and projected pain in his stupid ass opinions.