When I was teenager, I became a fan of a webcomic called Slightly Damned, and so I got involved with the chatroom the writer had set up. They had a bot account in there with commands you could give it - one of them being the ability to speak through it.
I was going through an edgy/emo nihilistic phase, and otherwise I'm not even sure why I said it, but I made the bot say, "God isn't real."
The writer of the comic was there and she blasted me for it. She then asked me why I made the bot say that, and my anxious reply was something like, "I don't know I was just having fun," and she responds,
"Oh so you're just an idiot. Got it."
I had looked up to her as an idol in my childhood because I loved her storytelling so much. I had other things going poorly in my life at the time so that was the needle on the haystack that finally killed my self-esteem. I stopped writing short stories for a couple years.
Looking back on it now, I know I took it too seriously, but hindsight is 20/20.