01-27-03 @ 6:04 pm EST

Why the hell not? Skew 2 started out as a chronicle of what one stalker did to me. As hate raters are a type of stalker, then even if they are not the same person, Skew 2 is the place to talk about them. Heaven forbid I should do so in Skew because the little hens come out in massive numbers then! Bawk-bawk-bawk! So for now, Skew 2 is still in business, since these little pissy chickens don't see fit to get lives and go do their own thing. They'd rather hover over my items and ding them to bring meaning to their own pitiful existence.

A post I just put in a forum here. I'll probably get told to shut up, quit whining, chill out, get over it, as usual, but of course it's very easy for people to say that except when they are the targets. Not everybody can just "chill out" and ignore something, and I really, REALLY hate it when people think everybody should react in the same way. (Truly: Do they not think that if I could just ignore it, I WOULD BE BY NOW?) I'm pretty sure most people around here would begin to get pissed off if this was happening enough times lately, which in my case it is. There is at least one, possibly a few people who have no lives and love dinging my items. Based not on actual WRITING ability, which I bet they do not have (well, they don't leave comments, so they must not be able to write!), but on petty grudges. Bawk-bawk-bawk.

I'm getting f**king tired of hate raters.

Honestly, WHAT do these people think they are accomplishing? I was getting frustrated that so many people were rating my picture, and as a few of the comments that came along lately were hurtful, I made it unrateable and said so in my journal. I complained that people would rather rate that thing than check out my actual WRITING, which is true. And again when I logged on today I found ANOTHER poor rating on my journal and no comment along with it, of course. This is like the second or third one in the past week or so (and that's just on the journal), when the rest of the time people can hardly be bothered to rate my journal.

Do these people REALLY sit there and think, "I hate this person! I'm going to rate this thing poorly and that'll make them shut up!"? Like rating without commenting will magically convince me to stop posting things they don't like? OMG! She complained about her picture! Now I must hate rate her. That'll teach her. Whatever.

It seriously feels like they see several hundred words in an entry or two that they don't like and rate all of my things based on that. They don't stop to read my happy entries; can't be bothered. It would completely ruin their pissy worldview if they found out I post POSITIVE things now and then. Oh! And they don't stop to read the several hundred THOUSAND words of actual fiction I have posted. "Ooooo head hurt, too much pain! Must click stars! Owie! Can't read that many actual WORDS without head exploding. Heaven forbid. Must give poor rating because it's beyond my understanding. Ooooowwww."

I wish the site would institute a system whereby you can refuse ratings that don't come with comments. That way at least they would have to type in SOMETHING so they aren't complete ignorant chickens. (Really, clicking a 1 or a 1.5 or a 2 or a 2.5 star with no comment, that is not criticism. That is cowardice.) I fail to understand how on this site if you complain about not getting high ratings you are told that the ratings system is inflated and too many people give out undeserved high ratings (who is to say, without checking out the complainant's writing, that the good ratings are undeserved?), but if you complain about lots of low ratings you are told that's what you have to live with, just ignore it, etc. Why does that work both ways? If high ratings can be inflated, so can undeserved low ratings. I do NOT believe, as has actually been suggested, that there is somebody out there who feels they are on a mission of protecting the ratings system by going around and dinging items without commenting just to bring their averages down. If they cared about the ratings inflation that much they'd be commenting, or at least rating things what they DESERVE to be rated. This person/people who keep attacking me, they are just little yellow chickens.

I don't wish to make my items unrateable because that causes many people to not want to comment period, plus, they wouldn't show up in the system which kinda negates the use of asking for comments and reviews, doesn't it?

Yes, I'm only human for wanting people to comment on my journal when they rate. That doesn't mean I have to like the little pissants who keep dinging it lately, as if they feel this will magically make me shut up or whatever. I really wish I understood the hate rater mentality, because they make no sense. Do they really think they are being brave? Or do they know that they are little clucky hens? I'd feel better knowing which it is.

If anyone reading this wants to tell me to chill or ignore it then forget it. I've tried that lately and this little hen won't go away. I have low enough self-confidence as it is, and coming in here every day to face the growing legion of chickens is quickly sapping what little I have left. If that's the true hate rater goal, then congratulations, 'cause they're winning.

That doesn't mean they're making me shut up just yet, though. Keep clucking, little chickies, because I would rather make my journal unrateable than stop writing in it because of some cowards. For the record, 42 out of 50 people have enjoyed my journal.

How's that feel, bawk-bawk-bawk?

I'll likely find another poor rating with no comment after I post this. It only proves my point. Do the hens like proving my point? Because it's moved past the point of them even trying to be subtle anymore.

You can say that again. Since the poor ratings almost ALWAYS come AFTER I have shared my opinion on something, you'd think they could disguise their motives a bit better. Rating poorly based on opinion rather than writing talent is so childish. On a writing site, you think people would know this, but apparently the hens have yet to figure that out. And so why are they here? Are their lives that sad? Bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk.