While I was gaining followers that week, Reese was losing them. Along with his mind.
It was all Mom’s fault. ’Cause she’s the one who kept telling me she was going to shut down my account if she found any bad language on my Blurt page.
But every time I deleted all the comments that had bad language, the trolls who wrote them just commented again with WORSE language!
Why didn’t you just block all their accounts?
I did! They kept coming back with different usernames!
It was seriously stressing me out. Like, I’d delete fifty comments, and an hour later, there’d be fifty more! It was totally cray.
So I asked Xander what we should do to get rid of the trolls. And he was like, “I’ma lay some smack down!”
And that just made it ten times worse. Especially when the trolls all started calling themselves “Skronkmonster.”
I freaked out and blocked all the usernames from “Skronkmonster_A” to “Skronkmonster_Z.” Ed. Note: except X (which was Xander) But then they started using numbers. And there was no way to block all the numbers. ’Cause numbers are infinite!
After that, all I could think about was how to stop the trolls. Wednesday afternoon, I had such a bad soccer practice that afterwards, Coach Unger wanted to know if everything was okay at home.
I seriously needed help. So I texted Dad for advice.
That night, I deleted, like, a hundred comments and blocked everybody who wrote them. But they just kept commenting more under different names!
Then at 9:30, Mom came in and made me put away my electronics for the night.
Mom and Dad have a policy that we can’t go to sleep with any electronics Ed. Note: -laptops -phones -ipads -etc. in our bedrooms. This is because they don’t want us staying up all night online and/or going on the Internet before we even get out of bed in the morning.
So I put my laptop in the kitchen and went to bed. But while I was lying there, I thought, “If ignoring them and deleting them isn’t working… and Xander yelling at them didn’t work… maybe I should just try to talk to the trolls and ask them to be cool.”
So I snuck out to the kitchen and got my laptop from where Mom left it. I was just going to write one little message. But then it turned into a whole thing.
When other people started sticking up for me, I was like, “This is awesome! They’re like troll fighters! I have a troll-fighting army!”
So they started ripping the trolls with me, and the trolls ripped us back, and a bunch of people got into it, and then somebody started talking about politics, and it got mad confusing, and it just kept going on and on, and then before I knew it Mom was at my bedroom door in her pajamas, yelling “WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP AT THIS HOUR?”
And that’s when I realized it was 3:00am.
After that, Mom and Dad decided Reese needed a break from Blurt. So they took away all his electronics for at least a week.
I was actually kind of glad they did it. Being on Blurt was really starting to grumpf Ed. Note: not sure what this means (“stress”? “burn”?) me out. After I got off it, I just wanted to, like, go outside and sit on a rock and stare at trees for a while.
But when Xander found out, he got totally skronked.
I’s all, “You can’t punk out on me, bruh! I’m fixin’ to drop a MAD Blurt! We gonna blow the roof off this mutha!”
Xander had this idea for a new Blurt he was really hyped about. When I told him I couldn’t go online and post it, he said he’d do it himself if I just gave him my Blurt password.
But you didn’t give it to him, right? Because Mom and Dad have been telling us for YEARS to NEVER give our passwords to ANYBODY.
Yeah… Mom and Dad were right. That was really good advice.
I seriously wish I’d taken it.