My interpretation: Most of the burners here are terrific. On the playa, most of us are terrific. But there's always some jerk, or someone in a different headspace, and because you've come to love this batch of burners, one assclown can hurt you deeply, more deeply than you'd think possible.
Drunk emcee at Alien Love Nest made me cry one year. She had no clue she was being an ass, but her cutting remark hurt me. Most of the time, I'd ignore such things, but on the playa, otherwise bathed in love, it seemed sharper.
Most of the time I don't bother with online comments. People can be damn stupid. Even here I am selective about whose posts I see. Sometimes you have to choose what you let in, and when.
Some sunshine, some dust, a little paint and a tutu. Yeah.