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I’m an Online Troll and I Don’t Know How to Stop
Let me clarify right off the bat what kind of troll I am and also what I am not. I am not the kind of person to get on the internet with the intention of making a 12-year-old girl cry. I do not pick on sweet old grannies or really anybody who’s just minding their own damn business.
Nah. I like to see who’s out there on the internets just being a dick and then be a dick to that guy. (And it’s usually a guy.)
What’s hilarious to me is that they’re usually astounded. I’m talking about guys who go full-on rage and condescension at a woman with not a second thought, but when you turn their abuse back on them, they blink. They blink big time. Then they focus their energy on telling me how “crazy” I am, for doing the exact same thing to them that they do to other women as naturally as breathing.
Why do I do this?
I think there are several reasons:
I like to be right
That’s just my personality. I don’t know why, and I’m not proud of it. But I get a huge charge out of being right. I suspect it has to do with the positive feedback I’d receive in school for having the correct answers, when at home I mostly received negative feedback. So I became, as Snape once said to Hermione: “An insufferable know-it-all.” This does not mean I’ll…
