Somewhere, somebody hates you

by Gregg Thompson | 2 minute read

“Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree.
What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.”

– Henry Miller

This is one of the most moving videos I’ve ever seen. (Watch to the end.)

A woman receives a life-changing cochlear implant and hears her husband’s voice for the first time. It’s an understated, but deeply touching moment that should remind all of us how much we take for granted. You’d have to be a hollow, heartless sociopath to not get any feels from it.


But hark. What’s this?

486 people watched that video and thought: “this is crap.” Thumbs down. 

When I was doing my Masters in London Town, I fell in love with BUG, a monthly screening of music videos on South Bank, with Adam Buxton parodying YouTube’s finest trolls. It inspired me to build my own collection of random constructive feedback from the webernets…

Co medically bankrupt.

And my favourite.

It occurs to me:

No matter what you make, somebody, somewhere will think it’s crap.

Not average, not okay, but complete crap.

And somebody, somewhere will think this of you too.

No matter how good, principled, or integrous you think you are…somewhere, somebody hates you.

I mention this point to a friend. She seems genuinely baffled. “Why wouldn’t someone like me?” she asks. “What’s not to like?”

If 486 people hated this life-affirming, quiver-lip inducing video, then you needn’t worry about whether or not people will hate your work.

They will. It’s guaranteed.

And when it happens, you’ll join a community.

A community of anyone who has ever lived, who has ever made anything of any significance whatsoever, and actually put it out into the world.

The alternative?

A long life of intellectual and co medical bankruptcy.