I May Have Found The Craziest Woman On The Internet And I Kinda Love Her

The longer you work at this company, the thicker your skin gets. You build this weird immunity where getting told to kill yourself or that you’re a worthless sack of shit just kinda… bounces off. At some point, you stop taking it personally and start laughing at how truly miserable some of these people must be. But every now and then, one slips through the cracks. One hits just a little different.

Most hate DMs are the same. Anonymous accounts, no profile pic, some username like @user69420. Low effort trolling. But this one? This one came from a woman. Full name. Clear as day profile picture. And honestly? I respect the hell out of that. It hits different when there’s a face behind the “you’re a waste of breath and when you die, no one will care.” Even followed it up with, “your parents may love you but no one else ever will.” That’s tuff. And I gotta give credit where it’s due, she’s real as fuck for that. I actually laughed out loud.

She hit me with five straight hate DMs. At 7:52 PM. On a Wednesday. Which is insane behavior but what happens next? Even crazier.

Now, some people here love to screenshot the hate and blast the username to their followers so they can send the mob after them. Honestly? I’m not bout that. I’m not in the revenge game. But I did want to post what she sent me, just without her name or face. Figured it was the least I could do. Turns out, she thought that was “super sweet” and now she’s apparently gonna stand up for me… “sometimes.” Sounds more like we should go get drinks? 

And that, my friends, is what life’s all about. You take the lemons, you make some kind of alcoholic lemonade and see what happens. But here’s the wild part, I think I might like her. Not in a normal way, but like, in that “this woman might stab me or kiss me” kinda way. I don’t know why but I kinda like that shit. She went from 0 to 100 and back to 0 so fast it lowkey turned me on.

I’m not saying anything will happen. But I’m also not saying I’d be opposed to gathering more intel. Who knows, maybe one day we cross paths again and write our own messed up little happy ending.

I’ve done worse.