How To Explain Trolls To Your Neurotic Mother
I attract trolls. They love me. Or I suppose they love to hate me. No matter where I work or where I publish my blogs, they always find me. And truth be told, I welcome their attention.
It’s refreshing to be reminded every single day that I’m a horrible person with horrible writing skills. Also I’m a retard. If three trolls say it on three different sites, it must be true. Which actually makes my current career quite the triumph. Except for the day that a troll told me I forgot to take my retard pills. That wasn’t a triumph, that was an incredible oversight on my part.