@Kura Hm... To hate you so passionately, people should feel some sort of... attachment to you.
I remembered, how long time ago, one of my ex was so much pissed out that I had left him, that he was leaving random hateful comments about me in every discussion which I had in the social network during several days. People wondered what does it mean, and who is this strange dude. I either deleted those comments (when I could), or ignored them (when I couldn't delete them), so eventually he tired to do it and stopped. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Maybe that hater is some dude who knows you personally and is offended by you, too?
@tired_programmer I don't think so, because they are both from the USA and I don't live in that country ^^;;;;
As someone dealing with a potentially eventually fatal chronic illness, I have to say screw this guy and anyone else with such a raging, ableist ego and false sense of entitlement.
Also, it's not as if it's impossible for other people to continue our work. But by his logic, nobody with an illness or disability should attempt to do anything worthwhile on the chance that we might turn out like literally every other writer ever and leave behind a body of unfinished work.
A supposed friend of Tiger on the Storm illustrator Richard O'Hara tried very hard to get him kicked off the project, and Facebook messaged me a whole bunch of disparaging comments about Richard's artistic abilities. He even threatened to organize a boycott because he said the art was that weak. I asked if he, being an alleged friend and neighbor, had discussed his complaints about Richard's art with him directly, and if he have any constructive advice or critique other than, "He draws like a high school student."
Of course he didn't.
I told Richard about this person. He said, "Oh, yes, he's a big blowhard. Don't take him seriously."
But the guy kept up this barrage, sending me messages he didn't have the nerve to deliver to Richard personally. So I blocked him.
I also had my work called "war porn" by people who'd never read any of it any of it. One guy, shortly after the print release of Untold Stories from Iraq and Afghanistan, targeted me for harassment, telling me all veterans are war criminals, that I was glorifying war crimes, and that I should disavow my work and instead write anti-military propaganda. Never mind that writing about war doesn't make anybody pro-war, but that guy couldn't be bothered with facts. What was particularly telling was that this guy didn't go after any of the men who worked on the project, but the only woman working on it. I guess he assumed I was some weak link due to my gender.
Anyway, I warned my worthy collaborators about this guy, then blocked any and all social media access he had to me and reported him.
Not really a comment, more an unfortunate chain of events leading to a public humiliation (but I got thick skin so it's now just a funny story)....
I had destroyed my ankle days before a local comic convention. I had done a Vertigo Sandman piece I had worked hard on that I was keen to enter into the fan contest. But my ankle was a mess, tore everything but the achilles tendon so it was a big clumsy brace and crutches.
A buddy, who was also going, convinced me it would be fine. We'd get a wheelchair at the venue and could still have a great time. Reluctantly, I agreed.
I was, and still am, a big guy. So when we get to the convention center and find out all the chairs are gone...banging around clumsily in the tight aisles was a bad idea. I parked my butt in a chair and my buddy submitted my entry. We agreed he should go enjoy the show and just check on me occasionally.
Spent the day reading comics and drinking soda, so not a bad day.
Time for contest winner announcements, I take third... in the 13 year old and under category. I'm 25 years at the time.
So hobbling on crutches, in front of a crowd of confused people, I have to go explain how someone made an error...and I still only managed to take third.
Fortunately I have not been faced with very toxic and senselessly demeaning comments; it's been pretty good. There was one case when someone went on a comment-storm through my earlier stuff about me being "pretentious" for having certain elements in the whole world-building thing, as well as...idk, comments about the art style at the time and whether I was going to remake the earlier pages. I don't consider my interaction with that guy particularly bad; he rubbed me the wrong way in the start, but we talked and his comments became more and more benign as the pages went on.
I wanna thank all the ruthless flame I received on Fanfiction.net. When I was in my early teens and borrowing other people's internet to post my stories, my iCarly fanfictions were disparaged, raided, and targeted by grammar crusaders on their holy mission to purge the site of whatever they deemed an attack on sacred fan-literature. I was almost a casualty, but I ended up using their cruelty to better my writing. (Though if I met them face to face, I'd cut off my tongue before I'd admit that.)
Part of me wishes I could say that the flame came out of nowhere, but that part of me would be in deep denial. Spanish is my first spoken language, so a lot of what I wrote was poor phonetic English. A majority of the comments I received were a mix of personal attacks and "strongly-worded" advice. I was called a beaner and a wetback numerous times (despite the fact that I was born in the U.S and wrote that on my story,) but BUT bUt I was also told the proper way to spell certain words and form coherent sentences, and I learned it later if only just to bitterly comment back.
This is unique to my writing experience, but I'll always appreciate twenty long condescending rants about where my book goes wrong as much as the single comment that fawns over it . Little things, like a character coming across as dumb or a comment saying that someone doesn't resonate with the storyline, do not bother me and are welcomed. I was exposed to it young, and I did my fair share of crying already. But not much fazes me in terms of comments anymore.
If anything, Tapas has me on edge with all the nice comments, I keep thinking someone's holding it all in. Waiting. Watching. Hoping I'll slip up. Well, I already did. Multiple times. They're late. Chop chop.
On my old Deviant Art, I had a lady tell me she couldn't believe I'd gone to college and my art was mediocre at best. It hurt at first, but later I didn't mind, because it was true. I thanked her and asked for some suggestions on how to improve, and she actually became a friend/watcher. She eventually left DA, and I later closed that account for other reasons.
She was really rude about it, but I was lucky enough to get her to talk and help me improve as an artist. Some people are trolls, others just have no social skills XD
I don't think I've gotten mean comments before but it hurt more when I shared my story and a particular person who read it had a lot of criticisms about it...except the criticisms were all basically them not understanding my style of writing.
Not being able to make them enjoy my story hurt more than receiving hate D: