Yet another travelling influencer Covidiot, except this one doubles down. She's had thread on Reddit blowing up the past couple weeks so I thought I'd start one here in case anyone is following.
She gives a non apology for all her haters that are hurting inside and cyberbullying her for going to Mexico.
I used to like having her chilled vlogs on in the background but I just can't with this chick anymore
A Tiktoker made a YT video about it all
Her trash apology blogpost:
On Being Cancelled â Rohini Elyse Mauk
What a joy it is to have found myself cancelled yet again! The way I type this might make it seem that Iâm saying it in a sarcastic way, but I can assure you I mean that wholly and sincerely.
Upon being reminded of the worldâs cruelties, the sickness of our generation, the need to love and be loved- and when that doesnât happen, to hate to fill the absence of it. Hate to fill the absence of love. That is the conclusion my mind lands on now- after quite a lot of meditating, journaling, tears, anxiety attacks, neck spasms, stress diarrhea and on and on âŚmy mind is now clear and single-pointed, a dedicated detective investigating the cause of all of this pain.
We are lacking in love.
So many of us have such a deficit of love for ourselves and others that spewing violence out of our mouths is the only way to feel better. At least youâre feeling something right? That long-forgotten and powerful friend -dopamine- returns to you once again when you try to destroy a strangerâs life behind the anonymity of your screen. I know it feels good, how could it not? The chemicals flood and it gives a false sense of confidence.
If it feels this good it must be a good thing to do right?
Iâm surely making a difference am I not?
Cyberbullying is now an ancient relic of the past, left behind in our middle school textbooks and stern warnings from our parents. Itâs disguised in a new and much deadlier mask: âaccountabilityâ
Accountability by definition is âthe fact or condition of being accountable; responsibility.â Which is without a doubt, a great idea. Imagine if we all held ourselves to such a level of personal responsibility that our neighbor didnât have to turn us in? Imagine if we stayed in our own lane long enough to observe the ways we as individuals can better serve this planet. How can I be a better friend, a better lover, a better child, a better citizen? Imagine if for a second we turned inwards and took a proper survey of what accountability means for us in our own lives. Where can we show up better?
I would imagine if you and I took surveys we would have very different answers. The beauty of life is that we are all individuals, with different music tastes, hobbies, passions, food preferences, and on and on.
We each have different struggles, triumphs, angels, and demons. What comes easily to you may be so far out of reach for me⌠what I dream peacefully about may be a thing of your nightmares.
A few ways I need to hold myself more accountable are- time management, financial responsibility, exercise, meditation practice, and making time to write every single day. I know I need to work on these things about myself, and I plan to. I cannot tell you where you need to hold yourself responsible in your own life, because I donât know you. I do not know your struggles and I do not know your demons. Those are deeply personal things that are a responsibility of you and you alone.
That is the whole point I think⌠the only way we will better ourselves as a collective is by FIRST and foremost going inwards and bettering ourselves as individuals. How the hell can I properly show up for you if I am tormented by whatâs in my own mind? I will be projecting all of my tit onto you, and you donât deserve that. The level of help and understanding and compassion I can give you is far less if I am coming from a place of distraction, anger, ego, and self-absorption. Easier said than done of course. The great battle in life is trying to figure out how to be present.
The greatest gift my latest internet scandal has given me is forced presence. Forced self-evaluation. I was forced to grab myself by the shoulders and shake and shake and shake until I pulled myself out of a truly terrible, dark, and spiraling hole I found that I was quickly sinking into. And I donât say this for pity, I say this for awareness. To lay all the cards on the table. To show you the side that made people coin the phrase âsocial media is toxicâ.
Hurt people, hurt people. And so they gave it their best shot.
Tanking reviews for my passion project (my podcast), trying to get my brand deals canceled along with tarnishing brand relationships Iâve had for 4+ years (my source of income), trying to get my friends fired from their jobs, trying to get my management to drop me, finding my home address and publishing it for all to see, flooding my husbandâs company with negative reviews so that potential clients will turn away (a company he built from the ground up, working 12-14 hour days for the last four years), bullying and shaming my sweet old parents for their religion, resurrecting my Twitter account from middle school and using my 13-year-old idiocy against my adult self, harassing my friends in a way they had never experienced before, and on and on and on and on.
At the moment when all of this was happening, it felt like I was in a war. Def-Con 1. Batten down the hatches and assume the fighting position. When your livelihood is being challenged your initial reaction is to defend it at all costs. Anger spews up, Disgust, Bitterness, Hopelessness, etc etc. But those feelings put you in a victim mentality. And I do not believe in placing myself in that mentality. Itâs easy to do, it feels comfortable, it allows you to place the blame for all of your misfortunes on everyone except yourself.
There is an easy way out of this thinking, say it with me âeveryone fucks up!â
âEveryone fucks up!â It is the way of life. We have all been making major errors since we slid out of the womb. That is what is so beautiful about this happening now, so intense, so aggressive. I am getting the chance to grow exponentially at such a young age.
On my 23rd Birthday, I found myself in Mexico, in a house and setting that was larger and more beautiful than anything my broke-mindset 12-year-old self could have ever dreamed possible. It was a dream I couldnât have dreamed up. It was perfect, I had every reason to be overjoyed and happy and leave my problems at home where they belonged. But yet there I was, at 3:00 am hysterically crying and screaming and hyperventilating on the beach in Mexico because some trolls decided to try and ruin my friendâs life, because she decided to go to Mexico with me.
One of my favorite Lana del Rey lyrics is âthey say that everywhere you go you take yourself, thatâs not a lieâ. I kept thinking about that poetic line. Here I am in the garden of Eden, bawling my eyes out, feeling more miserable than I had in a very long time. Because I let myself fall into a victim mentality, because I allowed the daggers that the hurt people threw past my proverbial âarmorâ⌠I let them tell me who I was for a split second and it nearly cost me everything.
Back to reality. Sitting in my office staring at my computer screen.
Iâm off the internet for a while because my managers told me âdonât feed the trollsâ. It feels good to be off. Very good.
If Iâm being honest, my heart hasnât been in this for a while. How can I feel excited about trying to sell jeans and beauty products when all I want to do is meditate and do oracle card readings learn about nutrition? All I want to do is shout from the rooftops how unique and gifted and special we all are? All I want to do is experiment with healthy recipes, learn about crystals, try different herbs, dance in the kitchen, make love to my husband, walk my dog, spend time with my parents, get drunk on life with my best friend. After spending so much time focusing on the âintangibleâ â likes, follows, engagement⌠I find myself desperately craving the opposite.
I need hugs, and kisses, and fresh-baked cookies, and to dance around in my underwear.
I need to fall and hurt myself and feel what itâs like to be wounded on the outside instead of on the inside for once.
I need to be reminded of WHO THE duck I AM. I am not who these hurt people tell me I am.
Donât you know we are all projecting? What you are pushing on me, you are probably feeling deep inside of you. And for a long time that has been my burden to bear. The number of times I have heard â You get more hate than anyone else I see online. Itâs so wild. You donât deserve itâ or when my managers told me I get the âmost extreme negative reactionsâ out of any of their influencers. My mom told me itâs because of where Saturn and Ketu are in my astrological chart. I attract enemies apparently. In elementary school, it was the mean girls who made up rumors that I stuffed my bra and told my crush in hopes he would ditch me for them, in middle school, it was âfriendsâ who came over to spend the night, then the next day printed out a photo of me to throw darts at (no I didnât make this up), and now it has manifested as young girls who hide behind their screens and take years worth of anger out on me. You should hear the things they tell me. I would never speak to someone in such a violent, cruel way.
But yet, thatâs where we find ourselves.
I donât blame them though, I have in the past. âWhy wonât these people leave me ALONEâ used to be a favorite phrase to mutter under my breath.
I see now, they canât leave me alone, even if they wanted to.
We have conditioned them to believe what theyâre doing is acceptable, even worse.. we have conditioned them to believe what theyâre doing is HELPFUL. That they are contributing to a POSITIVE outcome.
We live in a world that is very sick. Our priorities are backward, we think ripping apart a life by sheer force and violence will somehow make the world a better placeâŚ
Somehow hateâŚ..Will be a force for good.. With hate we âŚwill be working towards a better tomorrow???
We have told these victors that they will âbe on the right side of historyâ the brave and courageous crusaders of the 21st century. Battling the most pointless war, shooting missiles from their fingertips while they lay completely un-tousled in the safety of their rooms. The missiles land though, unfortunately.
Because you arenât there to see the damage you have caused, you call it a victory. Or maybe you do see the damage and you do it anyway, because like I said, we are sick. This need to cause harm to others is a sickness. Donât let anyone convince you otherwise.
If you want to inflict harm on someone else so badly that you spend your waking, precious, beautiful energy researching how to do it⌠we need to have a serious talk.
Letâs sit down, chat for a while. Why do you feel the need to do this? Whatâs really going on? Where can I help? What can I do to show you another way?
For so long I was vulnerable to their claims. But now, after building my own metaphorical castle, the missiles and the arrows and the bombs are just being thrown at nothing. They arenât hitting me. I donât believe what you tell me I am, because I know myself. I know my heart. I will not apologize for believing in the power of positivity and loving people the way they deserve to be loved. I will not be made embarrassed for living by the golden rule. I know whatâs important. And it SURE as hell isnât that little toxic box we both have glued to our hands. We have let people brainwash us for too long. We have let the media tell us how to think, how to feel⌠We have let social media trends get in the way of our humanity.
Think for yourself. Remove the screens and remember who you really are.
Tap into your intuition, that faint little nudge one way or another.. It is so valuable. It is vital. You need it! Donât forget it is there to help you.
You are here for a reason. You have a unique and wonderful soul that is meant to be a light on this planet. You are here to uplift.. You are here to experience the greatest pleasures in life, love, happiness, joy, creativity! You are here to love and be loved and I want that for you so badly. You deserve it, we all do.
rohinielyse.com
She gives a non apology for all her haters that are hurting inside and cyberbullying her for going to Mexico.
I used to like having her chilled vlogs on in the background but I just can't with this chick anymore
A Tiktoker made a YT video about it all
Her trash apology blogpost:
On Being Cancelled â Rohini Elyse Mauk
What a joy it is to have found myself cancelled yet again! The way I type this might make it seem that Iâm saying it in a sarcastic way, but I can assure you I mean that wholly and sincerely.
Upon being reminded of the worldâs cruelties, the sickness of our generation, the need to love and be loved- and when that doesnât happen, to hate to fill the absence of it. Hate to fill the absence of love. That is the conclusion my mind lands on now- after quite a lot of meditating, journaling, tears, anxiety attacks, neck spasms, stress diarrhea and on and on âŚmy mind is now clear and single-pointed, a dedicated detective investigating the cause of all of this pain.
We are lacking in love.
So many of us have such a deficit of love for ourselves and others that spewing violence out of our mouths is the only way to feel better. At least youâre feeling something right? That long-forgotten and powerful friend -dopamine- returns to you once again when you try to destroy a strangerâs life behind the anonymity of your screen. I know it feels good, how could it not? The chemicals flood and it gives a false sense of confidence.
If it feels this good it must be a good thing to do right?
Iâm surely making a difference am I not?
Cyberbullying is now an ancient relic of the past, left behind in our middle school textbooks and stern warnings from our parents. Itâs disguised in a new and much deadlier mask: âaccountabilityâ
Accountability by definition is âthe fact or condition of being accountable; responsibility.â Which is without a doubt, a great idea. Imagine if we all held ourselves to such a level of personal responsibility that our neighbor didnât have to turn us in? Imagine if we stayed in our own lane long enough to observe the ways we as individuals can better serve this planet. How can I be a better friend, a better lover, a better child, a better citizen? Imagine if for a second we turned inwards and took a proper survey of what accountability means for us in our own lives. Where can we show up better?
I would imagine if you and I took surveys we would have very different answers. The beauty of life is that we are all individuals, with different music tastes, hobbies, passions, food preferences, and on and on.
We each have different struggles, triumphs, angels, and demons. What comes easily to you may be so far out of reach for me⌠what I dream peacefully about may be a thing of your nightmares.
A few ways I need to hold myself more accountable are- time management, financial responsibility, exercise, meditation practice, and making time to write every single day. I know I need to work on these things about myself, and I plan to. I cannot tell you where you need to hold yourself responsible in your own life, because I donât know you. I do not know your struggles and I do not know your demons. Those are deeply personal things that are a responsibility of you and you alone.
That is the whole point I think⌠the only way we will better ourselves as a collective is by FIRST and foremost going inwards and bettering ourselves as individuals. How the hell can I properly show up for you if I am tormented by whatâs in my own mind? I will be projecting all of my tit onto you, and you donât deserve that. The level of help and understanding and compassion I can give you is far less if I am coming from a place of distraction, anger, ego, and self-absorption. Easier said than done of course. The great battle in life is trying to figure out how to be present.
The greatest gift my latest internet scandal has given me is forced presence. Forced self-evaluation. I was forced to grab myself by the shoulders and shake and shake and shake until I pulled myself out of a truly terrible, dark, and spiraling hole I found that I was quickly sinking into. And I donât say this for pity, I say this for awareness. To lay all the cards on the table. To show you the side that made people coin the phrase âsocial media is toxicâ.
Hurt people, hurt people. And so they gave it their best shot.
Tanking reviews for my passion project (my podcast), trying to get my brand deals canceled along with tarnishing brand relationships Iâve had for 4+ years (my source of income), trying to get my friends fired from their jobs, trying to get my management to drop me, finding my home address and publishing it for all to see, flooding my husbandâs company with negative reviews so that potential clients will turn away (a company he built from the ground up, working 12-14 hour days for the last four years), bullying and shaming my sweet old parents for their religion, resurrecting my Twitter account from middle school and using my 13-year-old idiocy against my adult self, harassing my friends in a way they had never experienced before, and on and on and on and on.
At the moment when all of this was happening, it felt like I was in a war. Def-Con 1. Batten down the hatches and assume the fighting position. When your livelihood is being challenged your initial reaction is to defend it at all costs. Anger spews up, Disgust, Bitterness, Hopelessness, etc etc. But those feelings put you in a victim mentality. And I do not believe in placing myself in that mentality. Itâs easy to do, it feels comfortable, it allows you to place the blame for all of your misfortunes on everyone except yourself.
There is an easy way out of this thinking, say it with me âeveryone fucks up!â
âEveryone fucks up!â It is the way of life. We have all been making major errors since we slid out of the womb. That is what is so beautiful about this happening now, so intense, so aggressive. I am getting the chance to grow exponentially at such a young age.
On my 23rd Birthday, I found myself in Mexico, in a house and setting that was larger and more beautiful than anything my broke-mindset 12-year-old self could have ever dreamed possible. It was a dream I couldnât have dreamed up. It was perfect, I had every reason to be overjoyed and happy and leave my problems at home where they belonged. But yet there I was, at 3:00 am hysterically crying and screaming and hyperventilating on the beach in Mexico because some trolls decided to try and ruin my friendâs life, because she decided to go to Mexico with me.
One of my favorite Lana del Rey lyrics is âthey say that everywhere you go you take yourself, thatâs not a lieâ. I kept thinking about that poetic line. Here I am in the garden of Eden, bawling my eyes out, feeling more miserable than I had in a very long time. Because I let myself fall into a victim mentality, because I allowed the daggers that the hurt people threw past my proverbial âarmorâ⌠I let them tell me who I was for a split second and it nearly cost me everything.
Back to reality. Sitting in my office staring at my computer screen.
Iâm off the internet for a while because my managers told me âdonât feed the trollsâ. It feels good to be off. Very good.
If Iâm being honest, my heart hasnât been in this for a while. How can I feel excited about trying to sell jeans and beauty products when all I want to do is meditate and do oracle card readings learn about nutrition? All I want to do is shout from the rooftops how unique and gifted and special we all are? All I want to do is experiment with healthy recipes, learn about crystals, try different herbs, dance in the kitchen, make love to my husband, walk my dog, spend time with my parents, get drunk on life with my best friend. After spending so much time focusing on the âintangibleâ â likes, follows, engagement⌠I find myself desperately craving the opposite.
I need hugs, and kisses, and fresh-baked cookies, and to dance around in my underwear.
I need to fall and hurt myself and feel what itâs like to be wounded on the outside instead of on the inside for once.
I need to be reminded of WHO THE duck I AM. I am not who these hurt people tell me I am.
Donât you know we are all projecting? What you are pushing on me, you are probably feeling deep inside of you. And for a long time that has been my burden to bear. The number of times I have heard â You get more hate than anyone else I see online. Itâs so wild. You donât deserve itâ or when my managers told me I get the âmost extreme negative reactionsâ out of any of their influencers. My mom told me itâs because of where Saturn and Ketu are in my astrological chart. I attract enemies apparently. In elementary school, it was the mean girls who made up rumors that I stuffed my bra and told my crush in hopes he would ditch me for them, in middle school, it was âfriendsâ who came over to spend the night, then the next day printed out a photo of me to throw darts at (no I didnât make this up), and now it has manifested as young girls who hide behind their screens and take years worth of anger out on me. You should hear the things they tell me. I would never speak to someone in such a violent, cruel way.
But yet, thatâs where we find ourselves.
I donât blame them though, I have in the past. âWhy wonât these people leave me ALONEâ used to be a favorite phrase to mutter under my breath.
I see now, they canât leave me alone, even if they wanted to.
We have conditioned them to believe what theyâre doing is acceptable, even worse.. we have conditioned them to believe what theyâre doing is HELPFUL. That they are contributing to a POSITIVE outcome.
We live in a world that is very sick. Our priorities are backward, we think ripping apart a life by sheer force and violence will somehow make the world a better placeâŚ
Somehow hateâŚ..Will be a force for good.. With hate we âŚwill be working towards a better tomorrow???
We have told these victors that they will âbe on the right side of historyâ the brave and courageous crusaders of the 21st century. Battling the most pointless war, shooting missiles from their fingertips while they lay completely un-tousled in the safety of their rooms. The missiles land though, unfortunately.
Because you arenât there to see the damage you have caused, you call it a victory. Or maybe you do see the damage and you do it anyway, because like I said, we are sick. This need to cause harm to others is a sickness. Donât let anyone convince you otherwise.
If you want to inflict harm on someone else so badly that you spend your waking, precious, beautiful energy researching how to do it⌠we need to have a serious talk.
Letâs sit down, chat for a while. Why do you feel the need to do this? Whatâs really going on? Where can I help? What can I do to show you another way?
For so long I was vulnerable to their claims. But now, after building my own metaphorical castle, the missiles and the arrows and the bombs are just being thrown at nothing. They arenât hitting me. I donât believe what you tell me I am, because I know myself. I know my heart. I will not apologize for believing in the power of positivity and loving people the way they deserve to be loved. I will not be made embarrassed for living by the golden rule. I know whatâs important. And it SURE as hell isnât that little toxic box we both have glued to our hands. We have let people brainwash us for too long. We have let the media tell us how to think, how to feel⌠We have let social media trends get in the way of our humanity.
Think for yourself. Remove the screens and remember who you really are.
Tap into your intuition, that faint little nudge one way or another.. It is so valuable. It is vital. You need it! Donât forget it is there to help you.
You are here for a reason. You have a unique and wonderful soul that is meant to be a light on this planet. You are here to uplift.. You are here to experience the greatest pleasures in life, love, happiness, joy, creativity! You are here to love and be loved and I want that for you so badly. You deserve it, we all do.
Blog - Rohini Elyse
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stuck by her. Not sure who they were referring to.