At first it did get to me, the fanatics lowlife slander attack on the developers of Graphene, Bitshares, Steem and our community here at SteemIt. It made me sad and angry, so I decided to turn these feelings around and went for a ride on my bicycle. And it takes just a few minutes from where I live in our smalltown before I'm in the countryside. Lovely summer evening in the north east of the province of Groningen. Took only a few minutes to shake the bad vibe off and enjoy the ride. And came back in a good mood and with a nice photograph on my mobile I made just outside Old Pekela.
Went back inside, even though outdoors it was still very pleasant to be, wanted to write a SteemIt post. Started it, had written almost a novell length when I decided to clear it. You know why? Because it is not worth it, reacting to slander never is. At some point my late grandfather taught me that te best way to handle slander attacks is by agreeing to them. Go about it with humor, over do it to the max, no matter what they throw at you. Because the minute you start to defend yourself to slander attacks, you will just get more of that. Did not get it right away. But he explained to me that people who do this basicly want to have controle over your thoughts, your feelings. And in the end gain a feeling of power, by doing so. Because inside they feel unhappy, insecure and often inferiour, that is how they compensate, by trying to dominate others.
And when you admit to their slander, making it even bigger than they tried to do, then, the lie, the dishonesty, becomes so absurd in proportion that it gets on their nerves. Had listened and looked at him for a while, but found it hard to believe that it could even work. It was as if he could read my mind: "You doubt if this will work right?" While being scared was a part of that. He told me back then that no matter how scared I was, I needed to keep this up all the time. Not trying to be kind, or to debunk, or to tell the truth, no just give it back harder and way over the top. And he promised me that I would be suprised. So I did and so I was.
At one time I did it so extreme that I almost started to feel sorry for the guy who tried to slander talk about me. It was at a bar where I worked my shift and this guy started to trashtalk about my divorsed mother. Won't write in detail about it, but I think you can imagine what kind of filth he came up with. But I responded the way my Granddad had taught me, even though at first I was almost exploding with anger.
Everybody sitting at the bar was silent, and he just gave it another hit. Again I took it and made my response even worse than his slander. Some chuckles here and there gave me the feeling that it even worked in this worse case scenario. And his comebacks were taking more time and he started to hang a bit on the bar, as if getting tired. The people in the bar now started laughing outloud at my comebacks. They were so way over the top, that nothing that he said after could be taken seriously.
When we all were laughing together, except him, and he was not able for another foul mouth talk, he got up angry from his barstool and left the building. And he never tried that on me again.
Now that is what finally came to me after I deleted the long article that I wanted to post at first. But then I remembered the wise lesson my granddad taught me. So I wrote this instead.
And I'll leave you, for now, with a joke, it goes like this:
How many Bitcoin fanatics would it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Answer: 21. One to actually screw it in and 20 to discus how Nakamoto Satoshi would have done it. ;-)
So, you and me are still the ones that stayed during the panic sell. Well then, kudos to us!
And hey, no matter what, let's Steem On!
