Often I ponder my varying patience for dealing with the questions and concerns of others. If I see someone as genuine and decent with sincere questions, whether they be little kids constantly asking questions about what things are or in general being silly, or those who are older and sincere but also sincerely struggling with something. If I can help people out, I generally will do so under those circumstances. Fortunately, the vast majority of occasions where I am dealing with questions are those where people are sincerely asking because they wish to know, not asking because they wish to tell. There is a definite difference between the two in terms of integrity and sincerity, and they lead to very different reactions on my part with other people.
Every once in a while, though, I find someone who likes to ask questions in order to be disagreeable, and without paying attention to answers. I don’t tend to react well to this , since I view my blog as a place for two things: my expression of my own thoughts and feelings, and thoughtful and positive conversation with others. Those who desire to troll or to post negative matters will generally find my blog unwelcome, and after a few messages in a row that demonstrate a particularly unfriendly attitude, I’m usually pretty quick in pointing out that continuing along that line will lead to responses being edited for my amusement, to say things like, “I am a mindless troll,” or something similarly amusing to me. Usually that is enough discouragement for those who wish to take advantage of my politeness and my appreciation of conversation.
There was once a time in my life where I would have continued on a debate with a troll who had no interest in agreeing with me or conceding my point indefinitely. Those days are over, though. Something happened a few years ago, in months of endless feuding and fighting, that seems to have permanently removed my interest in fighting endless verbal battles with people who simply enjoy fighting. I don’t really enjoy quarreling. I enjoy victory, and I’m rather competitive when it comes to debates, but debates are structured and judged and have a clear ending point and a few rounds. You prove your point, present your arguments, leave it in the hands of others, and it’s done, with the victory and with one’s ideas refined through the challenge. This is a far cry from the endless quarreling that occurs when people feel it is appropriate to find ideas they don’t like and endlessly pester the people responsible for that information.
So much in life is harder than it has to be? Why is this the case? Why would people think that anyone would appreciate dealing with mindless and irrational disagreement without any kind of rules or structure to keep the debate from becoming interminable? Why do people communicate in dishonest ways, seeking to bother other people who express themselves rather than expressing themselves for themselves. I have had to read some unpleasant communications from others who were expressing their feelings of frustration about me, but as difficult and unpleasant as that is, I accept the shoe being on the other foot, as I’m pretty sure that there are people who feel uncomfortable about what I express . My intent is not to hurt or embarrass others, but there are often times where intents and results are not similar to each other, and for those who have suffered because of my own, even indirect writings, I feel deeply sad about such matters. No one likes to be trolled, after all.
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