Stop being a hater

Since being introduced to the wonders of the online world, people have been sharing their creations in various ways. For me, it has been through text posts, tweets and blogs. However, there are so many ways to share your thoughts, your creations with people. There was a post on 9gag about the topic of this post, but I really don't know how I can find it in ways that do not include going through my tweets to find it.


Posting stuff online takes a lot of courage. I remember how I first started blogging. Took me years to move away from a personal blog I knew people don't read. Even once I started sharing my posts with people, I would be quite careful. Why? Because there are a whole lot of haters out there.

The comment in the following picture is spam because they had no reason to hate that post. I won't be sharing the post here because it's quite private, but trust me, the post didn't really call for such a comment. Especially from someone I don't even know.



I could have clicked on that 'abuse' button, but why do so? It would achieve nothing. They may take the comment off, but what has been said cannot be unsaid. This is what you need to remember when commenting on the work of others. Once you say something, no matter how many times you apologize, you can't take it back.

Why do people have to even make such comments? What do they achieve? I don't force people to read what I write, and if you don't agree with something I say, you can tell me this in a nicer way. There is so much hate in today's world, that it makes you question those religions and religious texts that attempt to dictate your life. Why are people so angry? So spiteful?

Are they frustrated? Scared?

If so, why?

What went wrong for them to feel that way? We are all scared. We have very little self-confidence. We worry. We are afraid our work won't be received well. These feelings are acceptable. Understandable. But what happens when someone insecure about their work is insulted? Criticized? What happens when some internet troll who has nothing better to do leaves a hateful comment on their first post?

We've lost enough artists, writers and singers. We've lost them to war, to drugs, to a thousand and one other reasons. Do we really want to lose more even before they are born?

Maybe they will never be famous. Maybe their words, or strokes won't change the world. But it will change their world. It will change someone's world.

Don't be a hater. Don't stop people from going places, from doing what they love.

That comment didn't hurt me because I've stopped caring about what people say on that site. However, this isn't a reason to be abusive, to hurt people. If that comment had been made three or four years ago, I may have stopped writing. I may have stopped doing what I love the most.

Think before you comment, think before you say something.

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