I recently I received the following message:
August 14, 2011 at 9:33 pm
“A coworker said I should give your website a look. He seems to think your clever and funny but I’ve got to say that your maybe the biggest asshole I’ve ever seen. Let me get this straight. The format of your website is you A. Poking fun at others B. Talking yourself up and C. Making some comment on how dumb the world is. Where do you get the gall asshole?? So you lift weights and think that makes you tough and superior? You think that is all their is to being a man??? And you think being smart is everything? Theirs more to life than muscles and brains dickhead!! If you were so smart as you say then you would have figured that out a ling time ago. See my point? Think seriously about getting some help. Your a fucked up person.”
Greetings and salutations, Rick. Few things in life bring me more simple pleasure than analyzing the psychology behind emails such as yours. That said, let’s get down to business, shall we? Your unbelievably generic attack is a disappointing mix of uninspired ad hominem (“I’ve got to say that your maybe the biggest asshole I’ve ever seen”), displaced anger (“Where do you get the gall asshole??”), and projected insecurity (“You think that is all their is to being a man???”). I find it especially curious that you chose to emphasize that last query with three question marks. That, to me, is indicative of an extreme degree of subconscious desperation. Your question is meant to be rhetorical, but in reality you’re rather frantically searching for an answer, aren’t you, Rick? You are, in fact, questioning your own manhood in comparison to my own. Such is the nature of your entire indictment. I think that upon visiting my website for the first time you were immediately threatened by the sight of a man much bigger and stronger than yourself. That feeling was quickly exacerbated after you read over a few articles and then reached the frustrating conclusion that I’m smarter than you are. Blinded by anger and insecurity, you became unwilling – perhaps unable – to realize the satirical nature of my website, which created within your brain a misguided need to lash out at what you can’t understand. You want more than anything for me to feel like a mean-spirited, lackluster, weak human being because beneath it all that’s precisely how you feel about yourself, isn’t it, Rick? When you tell me that I need to get “some help” as a result of being a “fucked up person,” that’s your unconscious mind tangling with its own need for intensive psychotherapy. You’re hurting, aren’t you, Rick? You need help. So run off to the nearest shrink and pour your heart out. Unless, of course, you want to do it here. Just try to be slightly more creative with your next email, k? Have a swell day.