“…Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission though I be the lone survivor…”
That’s part of the US Army Ranger Creed. My husband (a retired Army Ranger, among other things), recites it sometimes. Like when he’s working himself to death, burning the candle at both ends and stuff.
Whenever he says this, I think of, The Lone Complainer.
I’ve thought about mentioning this for YEARS. Because for years, there has been a Lone Complainer in my life. This is a person who complains about my newsletter.
Now check this out…
I send my newsletter to thousands of people, several times a week. Thousands! There is one person who COMPLAINS.
I am not talking about writing me with a complaint. People who do that, bitch me out and then unsubscribe. This is a person registers a complaint about my newsletter by marking it spam in their email or something like that. That’s it. It shows in my stats. X thousand sent…one complaint.
They don’t complain about every letter, but they do complain often. I register a complaint about maybe half of the letters over time. It’s got to be the same person.
This has no effect. It’s just a nutty thing. I wonder about this person’s psychology. I wonder about their criteria.
What is the complaint about? They don’t like the message? It there a typo? Something they don’t want to hear or an interpretation they don’t agree with? Do they just have some sort of need to judge or complain?
I picture them as a retired teacher with an over-sized red pen. Or maybe a cranky nun type person.
Whatever it is, they are special because of it. I’ve written this letter for seven years or so. They are the only one of their kind.
What do you think? What do you think drives my Lone Complainer?