Bitchy comments, part deux

Last week, when writing about bitchy comments, I made a point that people who post the worst comments are usually anonymous. And, a couple of them came out of the woodwork to prove my point. Not only did they write a couple of not-so-pleasant words, but some of them even sent me e-cards about the horrible person that I am.

First, I thought it was my sister playing a trick on me. But, then I thought she wouldn't do such a thing because she would rather a) make a personal comment that only she and I understand, b) tell me in person because she has the balls to do so, and/or c) not do a thing because she has better things to do than read my site and post bitchy comments about how insipid I am and how I am always posting photos of me in states of undress.

To top it off, the anonymous sentiments carried onto the next day.

In fact, someone commented on the use of the term "pretty awful" in my post, claiming how could I, a person who writes a lot for a living, use this oxymoron. Sadly, it would only be an oxymoron if the term was "pretty ugly." But, who am I to point a perfectly-manicured finger at them? I'm the judgemental one, not them.

The reason why they're doing this is because even though they're repulsed by me, they're also sexually attracted to me: the love-hate scenario. How many people would read your ramblings on a daily basis, only to tell you how what a shitty writer you are? And, they would take time out of their (supposedly busy) day to send you a card, telling you how much they dislike you.

They want me. They want me so badly, they can taste it. Oh yeah.