Letter to a troll

I'm really quite flattered that you have taken the time to read my blog and have written comments. Despite your curt comments to the contrary, you must really find the contents of the blog quite fascinating.

How do I know it's you? Well, you always write two to three short sentences of biting rhetoric that really doesn't have any relevance to the subject of my blog post. I'm sure you spend a great deal of time in the shadows of internet obscurity reading the blogs of people with whom you disagree; writing curt comments and feeling quite proud of yourself for insulting people who have already experienced a copious amount of pain and sorrow. No doubt, this makes you feel powerful and superior.

What does this tell me about you? Quite a lot really. It tells me that apparently you have a lot of free time on your hands. Most people are far too busy with their lives to bother stalking the blogs of people with whom they share little in common. I cannot understand the purpose behind your comments. Are you trying to end my marriage? Are you intent on showing me the error of my ways? Do you think your comments will change how I live or see the world? I honestly don't know why you would spend so much time on people you obviously feel are beneath you.

What I am sure of: When I married Khalid I did not marry down as you incinuate--I actually married up! I will leave that exclamation to stand alone without further comment.

I am also sure of one other thing: in order to say the things that you do it is obvious that you do not have love in your life. There is nothing more wretched then not feeling loved and cared for. I know how that feels. I did not know how it felt to be loved until I meet Khalid at the ripe old age of 38. His love completely changed my life and my world for the better. Although my life is not easy-- nor uncomplicated-- it is full and rich. I would not change one minute of the time Khalid and I have spent together.

So, my dear troll: this is the wish I have for you: I want you to find love--the kind of deep, heart seering love that makes your knees weak, your head spin and your veins pulse. I want you to be inspired to lay your life down for someone, to give up your selfishness and petty desires for the needs of someone else, to become a better person. I bessech you to be willing to show your ugly scars, demons and humbling insecurities to someone. Most of all, I wish you the kind of love that alters the very essence of your being, challenges your preconceived notions of reality, and gives you the courage to leave everything familiar behind.

If you experienced this kind of love you would not need to feel powerful or superior to anyone else. Purhaps you would be inspired to make this a better world for others rather than spending an unprecedented amount of time tearing others down.

One can only hope.