Good Enemies Are Hard to Find. Bad Ones Find YOU
I've never been one in life to have 'good enemies'. I've always been stuck with losers who thought they could better themselves by attaching to me like a parasite. This has been the case at both work and play. I still hear from a person who glommed onto me years ago on a now-defunct site known as Topix. It was as vitriolic and offensive as I guess Twitter is now, though on a much smaller scale. You couldn't block people there because the owner knew that would have been the kiss of death to his business model as, quite obviously, the only thing keeping the lights on was trolls annoying and fighting with people. It was moderated by trolls. Trolls there would have like twenty/thirty accounts where they would harass each other and other posters and talk to themselves to further their nonsense. It was fun though and I made some lifelong friends there. I honed my writing skills and learned to take people down, shortly and sweetly. I mean, I always had that in me, but ...