Haters 101

Firstly, for those of you that do know me, which are few, or have followed and been a fan of this blog, this doesn’t apply to you. For the haters however …

I find it interesting that I virtually disappear for months, only to return to my blog, write a couple of posts, and upon my first Tweet, immediately get attacked as “egotistical, self-centered, narcissistic” and a “plagiarizer” .

TL;DR

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Roc’s Ramblings

You don’t know me. Don’t even think you do. I am not a “type”. You have not encountered “my kind” before. Where do you get off even thinking you could possibly know anything about someone from a few random scribblings on what is essentially a digital journal?

Do you think this is an all inclusive autobiography? Do you think this is all fact? Do you truly believe that having never spoken to me, never taken the time to get to know me, you can sit back in accurate judgement and bear no shame or guilt about your own condescending behaviour towards me? Is your life so empty, so hollow, so meaningless and pathetic, that the only way you can bring even a moment of joy to your own darkness is to attempt to drag someone else down to your level?

Well, good luck with that. There is way too much awesome going on over here for you to have any effect on me whatsoever.

There also seems to be some confusion over the nature of this blog. I apologize for your inability to read. Does the title say “Bedtime Children’s Stories from New Eden”? No. Is it called “An open wikipedia of Minmatar Republic Military Personnel”? No. This blog is called Roc’s Ramblings. Who did you think it was going to be about? Did you miss the About Roc tab? It describes Roc Wieler. It’s a blog about Roc. I would’ve figured that was obvious. I hope I cleared it up for you.

Plagiarism

Last I checked, you aren’t paying my bills. You aren’t employing me. You aren’t actually contributing in a meaningful way to my life at all. The only interactions we have is your criticisms and my laughter. That is the nature of our relationship.

Did you ever buy the Roc’s Rules calendar? Or the bedside book? No? Probably because they don’t exist. Know why? Because I am not going to make money off of the work of others. Some of Roc’s Rules are 100% original. Some are simply re-worded. Some are quoted directly from other sources with absolutely no credit given to the author. Sometimes there are several authors. Sometimes there are none. Oh no. I am a diabolical and evil mastermind attempting to look smart and fool the internet! Get over yourself.

This blog has always been for me, a way for me to process. Roc’s Rules are simply notes for myself, small learnings on how to improve the person I want to become five years from now. And it’s worked. I am confident in who I am. I have grown, and continue to grow each and every day. I make mistakes. I learn. I continue moving forward.

This is my journey.

The characters in my story change. Sometimes old ones, even central to the original plot, simply write themselves out while other characters are introduced. It’s the story of life. Sometimes I can influence it. Sometimes I cannot. The story is always changing and I am learning to embrace the unexpected twists and turns.

You may think that with freedom of speech and the anonymity of the internet that you have every right to say what you want, when you want, about anything you want. That is the problem with this digitally “social” universe we live in. It’s decidedly anti-social and far too self-entitled. Real communication is a lost art form. If you have the chance to genuinely sit down with someone for two hours every now and then and enjoy meaningful conversations and genuine laughter, consider yourself lucky.

Let me be clear. You don’t get a say. Your opinion isn’t welcome. It isn’t needed. Focus on your own life and stay out of mine.

To illustrate a point about your lack of power in this situation, I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to disable comments on this post. See? Just like that you’re cut off. Move on. I already have.

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