Now, I am not sure just how familiar you are with the Norse Sagas? They are prose and poetry about real, historic events, and some of the most known are Snorre’s Sagas about the Viking Kings. We had to read this in Old Norse in High School, and despite being interested in history already then, they were very hard to read because of the language. I do have the King Sagas from Snorre in my bookshelf, but in Norwegian (yes, that is cheating, but I did not want to spend a gazillion years to read them and still not understand the texts.)
The Trolls as we know them from Old Norse fairytales, are bloodthirsty, brutal creatures, much like the old Viking Kings who slu, raped and pillaged wherever they ventured. For instance, Harald Hårfagre (Fairhair), Norway’s first King, was indeed a Troll. There is a huge monument raised in his honor only a kilometer from where I grew up, consisting of three huge swords that are stuck into the mountain. The tallest sword represents Harald Hårfagre, the Victor, the Hero, and the two smaller ones represent the two Kings who were defeated in the final battle in Harald Hårfagre’s quest to unite all the small Kingdoms into one. In 872, Norway got its first King after years of carnage and terror. And we celebrate him with monuments and read stories about him in school where he promised his girlfriend not to cut his hair until Norway was gathered into one country. Sounds romantic, yes?
He wasn’t romantic. He was a despot. A bloodthirsty warmonger. A Troll! His great grandson, Olav den Hellige (the Holy Olav) was canonized after his death. Why? Because he brought Christianity to Norway. How did he do that? By putting the sword to your neck. By death and terror. He was also indeed – a Troll!
There are still Trolls today, on the internet. Internet Trolls stick their ugly head out in various comments fields all over the net. People have committed suicide after being terrorized by internet trolls. Internet communities have shut down because of trolls. Good people are being bullied and harassed every day by trolls.
I saw an interesting Swedish documentary about a journalist who hunted down Trolls. Exposed them. Put them on the spot and actually talked to them and asked questions. The Trolls have one thing in common; they are puny little people who are dumb as bricks. They are nobodies, and jealousy seems to be one thing that fuels them. Not one of them apoligized, not one of them even owned up to their online actions. No, they threw their friends under the bus and blamed everyone else but themselves. They are weak, puny, insignificant cowards!
I have a Troll. With my daily readership, I would have thought I was a few thousand short to have Trolls, but lo and behold I do have one. All Trolls are dumb, and mine seem to break the scale of stupidity – and it’s not even the funny kind of stupid! (Anyone want to trade their funny Troll with my boring one? Let me know in the comments!)
My Troll seems to want to control what I read on the internet. She (yes, it’s a she-Troll) seems to be unaware of the fact that I pay for my hardware, my software, my internet – thus I control what I pull up in my browser and read! The thing is – there is no way to control who reads the posts and articles you have published. When roaming around the old daily prompts – which give me great pleasure and quite a few ideas – some posts have been removed or have been password-protected. Which is fine, I guess there are a million reasons why one would delete or privatize a 3 year old post – or even a new one, so I just close it down and move on to another post. But those posts that are NOT removed or protected – they are here because the person that publicized them wants me to read them! Do not try to say different! If you do not want to be read – you keep a journal under lock and key!
My Troll disagrees (but in a less friendly choice of words). I have no problem with people disagreeing with me – I do enjoy a good debate – but this is where my Troll starts trolling. This is where she gets real stupid. Obviously I have something to do with her name being stolen by one of my countrymen. Also I guess I’m a «he/she hashtag». I don’t even know what that means, and it doesn’t matter. It’s unimportant. Trolls do that, they are not intelligent enough to stay on topic, and they will throw random things into the mix. They are not intelligent enough to see that they are actually not saying anything about their target – but instead speak volumes about themselves. They are showing their stupidity, their jealousy, their smallness, and they are too friggin dumb to realize it!
Anyways, if you are being trolled, do not bother to put any energy on it. Laugh at the blatant stupidity, put the creature on block, and enjoy the non-trolling part of the community. (Yes, I do realize that it might be hard, but do not take a troll seriously. Ever! They are absolutely worthless!) I am aware that I just fed my Troll, which is what everyone advises against. But I have read the Norse fairytales, and starving a Troll won’t work, as those ferocious creatures will eat rocks to stay alive. Nah, the way to kill a Troll is to expose it to sunlight – and they explode. Problem solved.
On the other hand – I am flattered that a Troll finds me so supercool that I am worth her attention and jealousy. If I was her, I’d wanna be me too!