Comments That Bother Me, Part 1.

So I head to a personal essay that’s been widely linked around the ‘net – the heartfelt discussion of a problem someone has with a culture.  It has hundreds of comments from people going, “Oh God yes, I know exactly how that feels” and “Thanks for putting this into words” and linkbacks saying “She says it for me.”
Then you drill down and you find this:
“I don’t get this.  I’ve never met anyone who complained about this before.  Who would feel this way?”
Maybe the hundreds of other people who already left comments, you dope.
Look, I get being surprised when someone violently hates something that doesn’t bother you.  That happens to me all the time.  And many times, I think what they’re complaining about is overblown, their griping sans merit.
But if I see an essay that has five hundred likes on Facebook, I don’t deny the feeling exists.  The fact that I have never encountered it before does not mean that, quantum-style, it failed to be before I clapped my googly little eyes on it.  It means I never ran into anyone with this opinion, which is an entirely different thing.
And when someone leaves a comment like this, I wonder: no wonder you didn’t meet anyone like this before.  You just met one right now, along with a battalion of cheering admirers, and you just fucking erased them.  Can you halt for a moment to note your own blithering, Magoo-like blindness?
The evidence is literally before your eyes.  You may not agree with these people, but for fuck’s sake, at least acknowledge them.