I feel very lucky at the level of support I’ve gotten over the years on YouTube. Maybe lucky isn’t the right word as I’ve worked hard to produce quality videos rather than relying on luck but I honestly couldn’t have imagined how much support I’d get before I started. The single most common reply I’ve given to comments over the years is “Thank you for your support” or some variation of this.
The second most common response I’ve wanted to give is “How can you not see what a cunt you’re being?”
There seriously is a decent chunk of the online population who make comments while seemingly being completely oblivious to the fact they are being utter fuckwits. I’m not even talking about haters – they know what they’re doing. They launch their mindless attack with the express goal of provoking a negative reaction:
“DURRR HURRR, I iz dur troll wot keeps fings real! I make the person who does things sad to try and hide the pain of being nothing but a broken little child. DURRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”
I mean people who think they are saying something productive. They actually believe their drivel has value. They expect gratitude. There simply do not understand what clueless, self-indugent, entitled, tiny-minded utter shit stains they are being.
With me, the comment usually manifests something along the lines of “You are doing a different thing. I only want you to do one thing. Only one thing is funny. Stop doing the thing that is different to the thing that I want you to do.”
I gave up gently pointing out “LOOK AT THE OTHER FUCKING COMMENTS YOU STUPID FUCKING MORON! OTHER PEOPLE LIKE WHAT I’M DOING! THEY’D BE UNHAPPY IF I DID THE OPPOSITE!!! I CAN’T POSSIBLY ACCOMMODATE EVERYONE’S WHIMS YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!”
I gave up because it didn’t work. Maybe I was too subtle.
There’s also the little fact that *I* have to enjoy what I do or I’ll simply stop doing it.
So seriously, dumb fuck YouTube commenters: stop this shit. Or I swear I’ll hit you in the face with a fucking hammer.
2 responses to “My message to YouTube commenters”
haters gonna hate >.>
i love angryaussie ❤
When I was about eight years old, I thought it was the coolest thing ever that I could actually bend my leg enough to get my foot in my mouth. I can still do it, actually, both literally and metaphorically.
I’m a bit prouder of the literal ability than the metaphorical one. Mostly because the literal ability doesn’t put me at risk of being one of the ‘cunts’ of which you speak. On that note, you should be glad that over half the things I write in a comment box never actually get published (though admittedly that’s more applicable to my teenage years than my current self, seeing as I actually have some common sense now).