1113: Thin Skin

You know one of the people I admire the most on the whole Internet? Jim Sterling. While I may not always agree with his opinions and the way he argues them, that’s not why I admire him. No, the reason I admire him is how he can say something which may end up being controversial in some way (either due to subject matter or by going against popular opinion) and then not let the subsequent barrage of vitriol flying his way bother him. Or, if he does, he manages to hide it exceedingly well and simply brush it off as part of the job. (I have a sneaking suspicion that if it really did bother him, he wouldn’t still be in this business.)

I last wrote about this topic back on day 795 of this blog, and the things both I and Sterling said back then still ring true. I’m envious of Sterling because of the way in which he can rise above the abuse and not let negative comments get to him, because I am the exact opposite.

Let me explain to you what it’s like to browse a comments section when you suffer from anxiety and depression in various forms. First of all, you find yourself hoping that there are comments there at all. It’s nice to know that something you wrote has resonated enough with someone to compel them to respond. It’s even nicer if said someone comes along and agrees with you. Everyone likes to be agreed with and made to feel like they’re “right”, even in topics where there is no clear “right” or “wrong” answer. It’s particularly pleasing to know you’ve made a connection with someone who is often a complete stranger, and that you’ve been able to bond over the words that came out of your head and onto the page.

Now let’s say there’s a dissenting comment in there, too. It doesn’t have to be a vitriolic or abusive one, just one which disagrees with you in some way. Immediately, all the good work done by the positive comment is undone. Immediately, you feel a knot in your stomach as you start to read the dissenting opinions, and immediately you start to feel like a failure as a human being because your thoughts didn’t coincide with someone else’s. Should you have written that article at all? Should you continue writing at all? Or should you just pack it in altogether, because every time a dissenting opinion comes along, you end up feeling sick to your stomach?

There is, of course, a specific example I’m thinking of in this case. As you may be aware, I write a regular column about visual novels every week for Games Are Evil. I don’t claim to be an expert on the subject, just someone with a strong interest in the medium and an urge to tell others about the great experiences I’ve had with them. This week, I decided to write about the treatment of sex in visual novels, which often tend to be very explicit on the erotic content front. The first comment I got was from a regular commenter on the column, and fell into the first category I described above. A subsequent one fell into the second category, telling me that I’d chosen bad examples to back up my points and accusing me of not knowing my subject matter. The comment itself was relatively respectful in tone, now that I’ve had a few hours to stew on it, but I came away from initially reading it feeling pretty shitty about myself. I’d worked hard on that piece and had put myself out there by sharing my opinions, and to have them shot down in that manner and accused of not knowing my stuff was actually quite upsetting.

I am aware that I broke one of the cardinal rules of the Internet by looking at the comments section at all, I am also aware that it’s highly possible that I will never see or hear from that commenter again, and I am also aware that everyone is entitled to their opinion and no-one is obliged to agree with me — but that simple failure to connect made me rather upset and has left me feeling quite glum all evening. It’s a total overreaction, I know, and I should learn from Sterling’s example and grow a thicker skin — or argue my corner better — but, well, that’s the experience of living with anxiety and depression. It only takes a few poorly-chosen words to make someone like me feel like crap, and it’s mostly our fault for being that way and not doing anything about it.

You should, of course, be able to freely express your opinions just as much as me, but just think about the way you’re saying the things you want to say before you hit that “post” button, please?