An internet troll, to be precise.
I don’t know how it happened, but somehow last night I turned into a troll on the internet. It was embarrassing, unexpected, and completely unproductive. I could write all about how my inner sense of indignity had been ignited and I had to make a stand, but really, I was an ass. I know I wasn’t as bad as I could have been, and I know I didn’t cross the line so far that it was a teensy tiny speck or anything, but cross the line I did. And it was a first for me. So that was awkward.
Mostly because now that I’ve returned to be my non-grunting, wart-free, de-trolled ways, I don’t know how I’m supposed to apologize. Well, that is, I don’t know how to apologize without making the whole thing even bigger than it is already. Deleting the comment seems like the cowards way out, but a civilized and genuine apology feels like it’ll just come across as trite and overly dry. And drama-esque. Like I’m trying to blow the thing up even more.
Perhaps that’s why troll encounters usually escalate to hardcore until they’re babbling angry angry nonsense–there’s no good method for disarmament.