I wasn’t going to publish this blog. It is posted on my paysite for my fans to read. They enjoy my occasional rants. I decided to post this for those who may be getting bullied online a bit lately. Here’s my take on hate mail and other nasty comments. I forewarn you though, its not amm flowers and puppies, I have a mouth on me at times and although I am a lady in public, I did grow up in the Midwest and can curse with the best of them:)
This really is funny to me and I can’t help but laugh at everyone trying to save my soul, or just spew the vomit of negativity at me. What they really don’t realize is that I like the hate mail. It is like a good luck charm. Every time I get hate mail, its the same cycle of events. I get the hate mail, consider answering but decide that its not worth dealing with the closed minded or just flat out depressed pathetic ones that are projecting their own unhappiness at me. Its kind of sad how jealous they are of my life, my freedom to be me and my success. They tell me they feel sorry for me, that I’m going to hell, and even try to insult my mom or how she raised me. They say I can do better, that I don’t have to be exploited. Well, yes I do! I’m an exhibitionist and since I’m exploiting myself, I’m my own victim. Aw, isn’t that sad, I’m mistreating myself, living a fantastic life, happier than I have ever been, growing my company to new heights, expanding into writing, directing, producing and mainstream acting. Wow, life is really shit for me huh? Well, when they email, I realize I can do better and in a way fuels the fire that has been lit under my ass to succeed in every way possible. I then take the energy I would have spent on them and apply it to my work, my marketing, my blogs with renewed vigor. I bet if they knew, they would be 3 times as angry too. This also makes me smile…sadistically.
I think some people really need to take all that extra time they have on their hands and maybe find a new hobby, donate their time to charity, read a self-help book, go be useful for a change, or maybe just kill themselves and do the entire world a favor because they are obviously at the bottom of the food chain, not registering on the success meter(darn, not even a blip). Darwin would say that if we were in the wild, they would be a skid mark by now. They are hiding behind fake emails, proxy servers, and blocked numbers. They are the truly pathetic that will never really get ahead and not ever realize way. I pity them, they are the true losers. Maybe they have burnt so many bridges, maybe they are believing their own bullshit, or maybe they just need to get laid. I think getting laid would be a good idea. It would calm their nerves. Sometimes I just want to tell them that I bet they are a very beautiful person(on the inside). They are worthy of being happy but sitting on their ass on the computer being an asshole doesn’t make them powerful, it makes them pathetic. They are pigshit, PIGSHIT! Ok, I stole that line from my favorite stalker video but its so good I couldn’t help it! These people are like stalkers, its obsessive and not productive(which makes no sense to me)
Maybe I should introduce them to BDSM, some people just need a good spanking, flogging, beating, slapping and an ass reaming. Maybe that would relax them, maybe its what they need in their lives. Of course, they couldn’t afford me so they are just forced to wallow in their self deprecating ways. The cycle of crap they spew goes around and around, and you know what goes around comes around. Poo in the face they will get(yoda moment)I really do feel sorry for them. They pretend to pity me but really its envy. They want to be me. They want what I have and they can’t have it because they aren’t as talented or ambitious enough. They are the worst kind of retard baby. They can change but are too stupid to know better even when someone tells them there is a better life out there for them and all they have to do is take it. Pigfuckers…
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