Rather Hateful People

My fatal flaw is that I am the typical writer with a streak of  willingness to share. The flaw is characteristically broad-based, in that I am an excessively generous person, willing to share virtually everything in my possession, so sharing what I write with "friends" and as I discovered lately, subliminal "enemies" is innate, it is part of my nature.
 At my age very little happens that is shocking, but it does not mean I am beyond  being sent into a corner to muse about human nature with its readiness to bare its sharpened fangs, and it does not mean I am not surprised at the things that are able to bring these fangs to raised and ready positions. I am always stunned at how easily many adults become emotionally bruised and ready to spew venom in the faces of those of us who sing, write or speak our opinions. I do shy away from those who slander, malign and curse people, especially those in authority as many such persons are really cowards who would have licked the boots of the leaders they curse had the consequence of such been the loss of their heads. I have a tendency not to curse back no matter what. I am not rolling in that mire. I am not saying that cursing-back words do not enter my mind. I am saying that I have  determined not to use the thoughts that become my thinking while I am being verbally abused deservedly so or not. In my opinion such persons are showing who they are in all their weakness, and I refuse to contribute further to their noticeable discomfort; life on its own is sufficiently cruel.
 What do I do when my writing is demonstrably hated, despised, categorized as rubbish or simply dismissed? I listen. I read it when it reaches me, much of it, I am certain does not. I hear it as it ricochets off friends who have been in earshot of some of it. Does it phase me? Not a bit. I do not shy away from criticism for it makes me think, and I enjoy thinking. I feel privileged to be able to read and write and think- very privileged in deed- and I am nearly ecstatic when I am able to express myself so effectively that someone is able to grasp a sufficiency of my "diatribe" to become either pleased or upset.