Why I Won’t Reply — and Why This Link Is All You Deserve

Let’s address the elephant in the room: you said something so deeply dumb, dishonest, or desperate looking for attention that it doesn’t even deserve my time — and yet, here you are, receiving a custom-made link.

This post isn’t a conversation. It’s a verdict.
You lost the moment you hit "Send".

You’re not here to talk. You’re here to perform.

Maybe you thought you were being clever. Maybe you thought your comment was a mic drop. You're not here to explore ideas, you're here to score imaginary internet points. You’re the type of person who walks into a library and screams into a megaphone, just to hear their own voice.

And look — I get it. It’s hard when your brain is loud but your arguments are non-existent.

There are generally three types of people who get this link:

1. The Personal Attacker – You couldn’t counter the point, so you went for me. Classic. Weak.
2. The Confidently Wrong – You wrote a wall of text with all the self-assurance of a Nobel laureate... and the logic of a brick.
3. The Dishonest Clown – You knew exactly what you were doing, twisting facts, cherry-picking, or quote-mining like a bad faith troll who just wants attention.

Now, instead of giving you that attention, I’m giving you this: a cold, automated, prewritten response. Congratulations — you’re not worth improvisation.

A quick reality check: your little fan club doesn’t matter.

You might think you’re “winning” because a handful of equally irrelevant accounts agreed with you. Don’t let that fool you, a chorus of nobodies still sings off-key. Internet validation isn’t the same as being right — and it’s definitely not the same as being important.

And let's be honest: in real life, you wouldn’t have the guts to say a tenth of what you typed. You live inside a screen because it’s the only place you’re safe — from consequences, from standards, from reality.
The internet is your little hideout, because out here, in the real world, you vanish.

And to the gossip crowd — the ones who talk big behind my back — here’s a quick reminder: talking behind someone’s back only means you’re already behind them.

This post is my reply. But it’s not for you.

Let’s be crystal clear: I didn’t write this post for you. That would imply you’re worth my time. I wrote it about you — so that the next time someone tries the same stunt, I don’t even have to type. I just send the link and move on with my day.

That’s right: I automated my disrespect.

So what happens now?

You have two choices:

• Option A: Reflect on why someone would go so far as to create a whole page just to avoid talking to people like you. Maybe — just maybe — you were the problem.
• Option B: Rage-reply. Prove my point. Reinforce your spot in the hall of shame. Scream into the void, and watch it not even echo back.

Either way, I won’t be reading it. I’ll be busy doing literally anything else.

Some bonus truths for you to digest:

• Not every opinion needs a reply. Especially the bad ones.
• If you’re genuinely confused, try asking like a human being instead of barking like a dog.
• If you wrote what you did just to provoke — congrats, you provoked a permanent entry in my ignore file.

This is a mirror. If you don’t like what you see here, it’s not my fault you showed up ugly.

Now go touch grass.