One of the comments on one of my fiirst blogs, I don't even remember which one, said "you tried hard but you're just not funny ... and what's with the cats?" That was over a decade ago, on Reddit. I was new to the platform and didn't realize until later that it was most probably a 13-year-old who was so insecure that trolling other users was an ego boost. In a way, I felt sorry for him. But after writing a book and hundreds of blogs, that's the comment that sticks in my mind, moreso than any of the comments that praised my writing. That's my insecurity at work. Something insignificant strikes a nerve and provides the drive to go to the next level.