Opinion — 14 April 2017

Elisa Villanueva @ bbelisacats

As any other typical college student, all my schedule is filled with is going to work and school. Whenever I have a few extra minutes, or hours, I like to look through my social media apps, specifically Twitter.

If anyone were to look through my Twitter (which I don’t blame anyone for not doing so), all you would see is sports updates and funny tweets. I don’t expect people to read my tweets. I don’t have a lot of followers and I don’t get very many mentions or retweets.

My profile is honestly nothing special, likewise of any other young adult who lives in the suburbs. But apparently, I was wrong.

In October of 2015, I was weeks away from seeing The Weeknd live in San Jose. I was invited by my cousins to join them. Even though I wasn’t much of a fan (then), I still wanted to go.

At the time, I hadn’t listened to every song in his newest album yet. I decided to tweet about the situation I had put myself in, “I should probably start listening to The Weeknd since I’m going to his concert and only know like three songs.”

I said it to be funny and to get a laugh out of the 200 people from my small town that followed me. My followers took it humorously since I didn’t get any hate from them. It was other users on Twitter who were “extremely” offended that I had even dared tweeting something like I did.

To this day, I’m still not sure how these users found my tweet. It was a group of The Weeknd fangirls who decided to come together and verbally abuse me over their cracked iPhone screens.

“You don’t need the tickets, hand em over.”

“Ew wtf should sell that ticket to someone who is actually a fan.”

The list of mentions I had gotten could go on. Over 100 fangirls were in my mentions tweeting their versions of hate towards me. They even made a meme out of me, which I sadly was unable to find for this story.

I wasn’t upset that these girls tried to verbally hurt me and make me feel like I was a terrible person. I thought it was funny.

I made a whole fanbase resent me, somebody who doesn’t even matter. I didn’t hurt anyone nor was that ever my intention, so why were these girls so upset with me? All I had done was say something stupid.

People could have easily shaken their heads and moved onto the next tweet. There was never a need to reply with hate. Attacking me wasn’t going to make me sell my ticket, so what did they really expect me to do?

I didn’t let this situation affect me because I knew all these girls were petty over nothing. I’ll always look back on this as a funny memory for the fact that one of my tweets went viral and I made a whole fanbase cringe all in one Sunday night.

I ended up going to the concert and had an amazing time. It was one of the better concerts I had been to, which makes me laugh even more at the girls who thought they could hurt me.

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