I think I am now starting to get back to a feeling of normalcy after a rather disturbing incident a couple of hours ago.
Some people apparently take reality shows way too seriously.
I’m not sure I want to describe the whole wretched incident. I’ll just say:
There is an alleged case of catfishing involving a popular reality show. Not only that, but there is also a whole mob of people who harass not only the alleged catfish, but anyone who thinks the alleged catfish is who he says he is.
Now I don’t know if he is who he says he is. Reality TV is notorious for deceiving the public, but he also lacked a few key pieces of evidence. All I wanted was to know the truth. I do the same thing with my other favorite reality show. (No, I don’t watch many of them, or much of anything.) I check some websites, maybe ask some questions, then get back to other things. When the show’s on, I’m interested; when the season ends, I lose interest.
However, a while back, a person connected to the alleged “catfish” bizarrely mistook me for some other person. I am not that person, do not behave like that person, do not know that person, and set them straight. I *thought* this had been cleared up months ago. Yet all of a sudden, tonight they accused me again of being that other person.
The mob of harassing trolls then latched onto me and started checking me out. I could see them in my stats, and got a couple of comments from them as well. One was incredibly snarky. I deleted the snark, blocked the person, and wondered why someone would say such a thing to a complete stranger they know nothing about.
The thing is, the troll mob is at least as disturbing as any alleged “catfish.” They act obsessed, harassing not just the alleged “catfish” but anyone who’s just a bit nice to the “catfish” on Twitter. And this has been going on for many months.
Is the “catfish” really a “catfish,” or is it an innocent person whose name has been dragged through the mud for ratings? I haven’t a frickin’ clue, and I don’t need the trolls telling me what to think. They have shot all their credibility to heck, not just with their harassment but with various hate sites they’ve posted around the Net. I’ve seen both hate sites and legitimate abuse sites, and believe me, you can tell the difference right away.
If the “catfish” is indeed a “catfish,” then he/she would obviously be suffering from some kind of mental disorder to continue to insist that he/she is real. But that would make absolutely no difference regarding the troll mob.
Whether the “catfish” is severely disturbed, or is an innocent person, the existence of this troll mob is still bizarre, its members act obsessive, and they are guilty of harassment. There is no reason for these people–who appear to be mothers–to carry on like they do. I’ve seen just a fraction of their tweets to various people, and they’re full of name-calling, ridicule, disgusting sexual comments, false accusations. And when their accounts are shut down or blocked, they make new ones.
This has gone on for MONTHS.
And I wonder, don’t any of these people have lives? Why are they so obsessed with a reality show? Did they never learn that such behavior is wrong? How would they react if one of their kids got treated this way at school? Why don’t they spend all that time on something more productive–family, politics, charity, creativity, etc., etc.? There’s a lot going on in the world that deserves their attention instead.
In any case, I was so angry at being accused yet again by the “catfish”‘s friend of being some other person, when I’m just an innocent viewer of the show examining the evidence I’ve been provided with, that I swore off the whole show.
There’s a darkness emanating from this whole thing.
Forget watching the show and wondering if it’s all lies. Forget trying to sort out who’s telling the truth. This is too much frickin’ drama and life is too short. But I wonder how long it’ll take to shake off the trolls before I can feel safe checking my messages/stats again.
There is just so much psychopathy on the Net that it is insane! I’ve been going online since it was a modem connected to the phone line and 300 baud was state-of-the-art, yet I’ve never seen it this bad.
And because of this crap, I’ve just lost several hours, full of angst, and also missed that a dear friend just turned his Facebook back on. Ugh!
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