What makes a Princess?

so why were my last two comments deleted? I mentioned that TT has been banned. how is that offensive to anyone’s tender sensibilities? no other bitcher was mentioned by name or LTWWB handle…did I? eh? and the very long Molly espistle before that has been deleted. the one where I ruminate on the nature of troll-boys, silly little, petty little troll-boys. whose name did I state in that comment??? whose??? let’s refresh my memory, I have pasted a copy of it below…no foulness, no names, no random CaPil|IzaTion WHY WAS IT DELETED?

what makes a troll?

i have a little time while the toilet seal sets, so my thoughts turned to troll-boys.

what’s a troll anyway? he’s a little dweeb that has never been able to figure out why he is disliked or passed over in real life. not actively hated, no, no, nothing that ‘involved’ just….. gives people the ick factor.

when people feel powerless in their real life, when they feel they are walking invisibly through life, that no one notices them, that no one is taking them seriously, when they have no IMPACT on their environment they can become trolls.

we usually think of a troll as a pimply faced teenaged boy who lives in the rec room on his computers, hunched over the keyboard and fumbling at his crotch as he trolls forums for an opportunity to SHOCK or DISGUST the world with his comments. Guys who creep facebook memorial sites are a good example. troll-boy will post ‘i fucked her up the ass and she licked my dick clean afterwards’ on a dead girl’s fb page. the outrage gives him power. he finally affects someone’s life. he has impact. his words will linger. and as a little kid who is neglected and unloved, any attention is better than none. disgust and loathing will do for troll-boy because disgust and loathing are better than being invisible and of no consequence.

troll-boy has likely engaged in this attention seeking behaviour all his pathetic life. perhaps at age 8 calling random (there, that’s the correct use of the word random) phone numbers and asking ‘do you have a chesterfield in your house?’ or ‘do you have prince albert in a can?’. then escalating to sending 10 pizzas to a hated teacher’s home at age 12. perhaps being so daring as to leave a flaming bag of poop on a neighbour’s stoop, but always, always running away very quickly, because troll-boy cannot do these things face to face. troll-boy would piss his pants, he is terrified of other humans because he just doesn’t fit in. he is desperate to fit, he is obsequious to those in authority and leaders in hope of being accepted into the pack, to be one of the social pack, he yearns for it. but everything he says and does is just ‘off’ enough to make him ‘other’. he is shunned. he will never fit in.

poor troll-boy.

by mid-teens he will have graduated to signing up his hated classmates for lessons or magazine subscriptions. (some troll-boys with arrested development will keep doing this into their mid 30’s) troll-boys keep meticulous records of all the slights and injuries they have suffered and fantasize about payback, retribution, getting even. but he cannot. he doesn’t dare it. he can only be a powerful, omnipotent, HUGE avenging force through his monitor. in real life, in person, he is timid and subservient.

troll-boy never hesitates to trot out for the group he yearns to join any supposed error/mistake or omission by another. troll-boy offers these morsels as his fee for acceptance.

“surely if i reveal that person’s unworthiness they will accept me? surely if i just keep pointing out how valuable i could be, how my little mouse whiskers can twitch and snitch and nose out the tiniest bit of dirt they shall love me, and enfold me to their bosoms and i shall be accepted! at last! ……they sneered! those bastards! those filthy bitches! those fucking BITCHERS!”

and troll-boy’s miserable life goes on as before. counting dislikes obsessively, ‘friending’ people without their agreement (really needy, troll-boy). and continuously posting made up scenarios in forums in his desperate bid for attention.

“they read what i wrote!!!
they are talking about me!!! ”

( of course the ‘me’ that ‘they’ are talking about or responding to is supposedly a 19 year promiscuous female college student with an STD, who is vastly more involving than the actual troll-boy, pasty and panting in his swivel chair.

ahhh my toilet is ready. later gaters..