There comes a time in every blogger’s career where something unpleasant happens. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, everybody eventually gets their first troll. It’s a blogging milestone.
I’ve had a good run, I managed to survive a full eight months before someone with nothing better to do came for me. I’m surprised I didn’t last longer though.
Do you know how hard it is to try and keep your blog banal enough to not ruffle any feathers. I try and keep things light hearted and not overly opinionated in areas that will cause conflict. I even keep politics out of it (aside from a mere whiff of a dig at Theresa May on my Facebook page).
The thing is, I have my children’s and my own face plastered all over all of my social media outlets, the internet is a scary place now and I don’t want to make an enemy of someone who knows a lot about me.
But I managed it.
I managed it with a really banal post too, I won’t say which, in case the troll has returned and I inadvertently stroke their fiendish ego.
Another blogger/vlogger that I follow handles trolls really well. She seems like a lovely person so rarely gets any, but when she does, she kills them with kindness. This is the approach I went for.
I was promoting the post on Facebook when the troll jumped in and told me I was wrong about the general topic of my article. Bless her, she isn’t to know I’m pretty clever and an excellent researcher. I fact checked. Silly old troll.
I was polite, and played the innocent “Oh goodness me, have I got it wrong? Would you be kind enough to point it out specifically for me?” card.
Alas, she was not kind enough. Instead she shared a short article that was pretty much a paraphrase of what I’d said, not a fact discrepancy to be seen (just my personal experience added, there’s only so many ways you can word facts)! Again, I politely asked her to point out what she perceived to be incorrect. Then she launched into a withering essay about how I was simple and couldn’t read and that my blog in general was pointless and uninteresting.
I blocked her. Troll-bore.
The weird thing was, I don’t have a clue what her problem was, she was really clutching at straws to try and make a conflict out of thin air. Also the photo appeared to be of a woman who was at least ten years older than me (under further inspection, she had uploaded that picture 6 years ago in 2010!).
So a woman old enough to be my mother (at least where I’m from!) was attacking me on Facebook and I didn’t even know her!
After my initial indignation, I wasn’t really all that bothered. You know you’ve made it when you’ve got a troll.
No one can take issue with what you write if no one is reading it.
So if you end up with a troll crawling out from under a grotty bridge of the internet solely to attack you, then pat yourself on the back, you’re basically famous now.
Also, don’t fuel the fire, they eat replies, not billygoats. Block them on sight and let your chest swell with pride!
You’re a proper blogger now and you’re here to stay. Good for you!
Have any of you been trolled? I hope it didn’t actually manage to upset you. Tell me about it in the comments (if it’s not too traumatic!).