Shit Goblin.
noun.
A rancid little failure fueled by spite, ignorance, and an unearned sense of importance. Contributes nothing, ruins everything, and somehow thinks it’s winning.
We’ve all encountered one.
They slither into conversations uninvited, armed with loud opinions, zero research, and a confidence level that could only be achieved by never once self-reflecting.
A Shit Goblin is not simply annoying. That would be too generous.
They are disruptive by design.
They don’t build.
They don’t help.
They don’t evolve.
They critique from the sidelines, throw stones from glass houses, and confuse attention with achievement. The louder they are, the less substance they carry — which explains the constant noise.
The most fascinating trait?
Their unshakable belief that they’re winning.
Winning what, exactly, remains unclear.
Shit Goblins thrive on chaos. They feed on reactions. They mistake being seen for being significant. And because they’ve never earned real authority, they compensate with volume, sarcasm, and a deeply rooted fear of being irrelevant.
And here’s the part no one likes to admit:
Shit Goblins are born from avoidance.
Avoidance of growth.
Avoidance of accountability.
Avoidance of the uncomfortable truth that self-awareness requires effort.
So instead of evolving, they rot — and then blame the world for the smell.
The antidote?
Starve them.
No engagement.
No emotional labor.
No explanations they won’t understand anyway.
Because nothing frustrates a Shit Goblin more than being denied the stage they believe they deserve.
Let them stomp, sneer, and spiral.
You’ve got better things to build.
And if this post made you feel attacked?
That’s not sarcasm.
That’s self-awareness knocking — and it’s up to you whether you answer.
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